We have an odd dress code at the company Brigitte and I work at. The code varies from department to department. Most of the people in my department wear jeans but I try to reserve that priviledge for a couple of days a week. There are a few departments where the dress code seems to be ‘whatever you find while dressing in the dark’, and some of these people’s outfits are simply appalling. Today there’s a guy, who looks like the unibomber and he’s wearing a zip up hoodie, khakis and Tevas with no socks. We have a girl in the IT department that buys all of her shoes at Strippers ‘R’ Us and doesn’t know how to walk in them. In collections there’s a women who I’ve named Highheelia. She wears spiked heels with a skirt or jeans, and she’s gotta be at least 50. She really thinks she’s the bees knees, too. I don’t think she could walk in anything else. There’s a hot guy who Brigitte and I call the ‘Tim Howard guy’. He dresses really nice and has never looked at me or said a word to me for 3 years now, just like Hickson! Then there’s the women that have been with the company for years that look like they’re wearing sleep sets to work. What is it with trashy people and that fucking cartoon character clothing? You know, the Disney and Warner Brother characters. There’s a woman who wears ‘Winnie the Pooh’ crap all of the time- specifically Eeyore. She actually looks like Eeyore and always acts like I’m going to hit her when I say hello to her. My clothes are a mixed bag. I wear things to work I would never wear anywhere else. Like the shirt I’m wearing today. It’s an ‘office shirt’. A black printed Perry Ellis button down collar shirt I bought at the outlet mall. I’d feel weird wearing it to the grocery store.

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