I also bought a pair of all-black leather Chuck Taylors, and I'm going to see if I can get away with them.
Pic. Tures.
Saffron: But we've been wed. Aren't we to become one flesh? Mal: Well, no, uh... We're still two fleshes here, and I think that your flesh ought to sleep somewhere else.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 57 Varieties
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Jessica - Mar 09, 2008 2:01:39 pm PDT #3892 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Sue - Mar 09, 2008 2:12:33 pm PDT #3893 of 10001
hip deep in pie
People joke at my office that there's no point of casual day because "everyday is casual day."
Frankenbuddha - Mar 09, 2008 2:28:50 pm PDT #3894 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
If any of them can get me there without me driving I might be tempted.
Oh dear lord I'm so sorry ita. Relying on public transport in LA much just be such a horrible...thing on top of all the other problems you're dealing with. Much -ma in your direction.
Laura - Mar 09, 2008 2:30:56 pm PDT #3895 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
We are extreme casual too. There are company shirts around in case we have to go somewhere and look close to dressed. Flip flops, shorts, and tank tops are the norm.
Kevin - Mar 09, 2008 2:34:14 pm PDT #3896 of 10001
Never fall in love with somebody you actually love.
My work is all shirts, ties and taylored suits. They make you button up your top button. I HATE THEM ALL.
Tom Scola - Mar 09, 2008 2:35:13 pm PDT #3897 of 10001
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
In my previous job, which had no dress code, there was g guy who wore shorts all year round. In the winter, he would wear socks with his sandals.
Laura - Mar 09, 2008 2:39:32 pm PDT #3898 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
My dad wore sandals with socks every day of his life, and he lived in Utica, NY. He wore boots over his sandals in the winter. Everyone else in his office was in suit jacket and tie, he wore a flannel shirt. I didn't know the rest of the office dressed until I was in my teens and visited his office. He was an odd duck.
Jessica - Mar 09, 2008 2:40:40 pm PDT #3899 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
My office's dress code is "smart casual," which as far as I can tell means you have to be wearing clothes. I don't know anyone who's had their clothing remarked upon by HR, and that includes my co-worker who spent most of one day last week in his pizza-print pajama pants.
Kevin - Mar 09, 2008 2:48:19 pm PDT #3900 of 10001
Never fall in love with somebody you actually love.
Quoting from my companies dress code policy:
• The following items are not permissible:-
• Printed clothing with advertising logos (other than those which are tiny and discreet) or slogans that could offend others.
• Strappy, strapless, midrift or halterneck tops, vests or camisoles.
• Frayed or torn cloths.
• Sandles (men only), flip flops or sports shoes.
• Leggings, shorts or cropped trousers.
• Tops or trousers/skirts worn in a manner that allows bare midrifts to be visible.
• Skirts higher than two inches above the knee.
• Transparent materials through which underwear can be seen.
• Open low-cut tops or dresses (as a guide a collared neck shirt should only be unbuttoned at the collar and one button below the collar).
• Denim clothing.
Allyson - Mar 09, 2008 2:56:39 pm PDT #3901 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
We don't have a dress code. I wear a black tshirt and jeans almost daily. The other admin staff dresses up in pretty clothes, but I'm the only one of them who has to crawl around on lab floors looking for errant cables and hidden bottles of hydrofluoric acid. So screw pretty clothes, yo.
Such is the way in lab settings, I think.