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I've been de-pants'ed

I don't know why this bugs me so much, but it does.

We found out today at work that we are adopting a "business casual" dress code and will only be allowed to wear jeans on Fridays (along with an appropriate, professional looking shirt). I swear, we must all look like a bunch of Neanderthals, the way the memo read. No flip flops. No floppy sandals (I'm guilty of that, but I'd like to point out that I pay a lot of money for them and they don't look bad, just noisy).

I think that's my biggest beef. The "no, no, no, no" tone. As though the higher ups have been cutting us some slack but we're really pathetic and barely know how to tie our shoes and zip up our fly on our own. So they're going to step in and guide and direct our wardrobe choices.

Maybe it'd be better if I worked at Target. At least there, you know...red shirt, khaki pants. There'd be no searching the closet for what to wear every day. There'd be no advance planning needed to iron a blouse. Maybe I could just start doing that...wearing a plain polo shirt and khakis to work every single day. No thinking required. That's what they want, right? Someone to shut up and do the work, no arguing, no being an individual, no sparking the environment with creativity. I could do that.

Luckily, all those jeans in my closet are getting too big for me. I won't have nearly the opportunity to wear them this fall. Guess it's another reason to look forward to Fridays.

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