I looked up a show on IMDB and it tried to convince me that she was her, and...don't you want to update your profile picture? Maybe?

I do feel it's a minority freedom, based on the anecdata of the recruiters I've dealt with here.

Oh yeah. I definitely couldn't wear jeans and have visible tats and purple hair at a lot of places. Most of the places I've worked it's ok, though. I'd have to wear long sleeves and never put my hair up if I went to work in a more strict corporate place. It's just so weird to me...I've worked at a super successful civil rights law firm and NASA, and neither of them gave or give a crap about what we looked like. So I'm wondering...if one can land a rover on Mars and have a mohawk, what exactly is the issue? I mean, you landed a robot on Mars. Obs the haircut doesn't have anything at all to do with output. Our customers are ALL THE TAXPAYERS.

Speaking of, thanks for the ice cream. They gave us ice cream today to celebrate. DELICIOUS TAXPAYER ICE CREAM.

I do feel it's a minority freedom, based on the anecdata of the recruiters I've dealt with here.

That's true, but like Allyson it tends not to be an issue where I work.

They gave us ice cream today to celebrate. DELICIOUS TAXPAYER ICE CREAM.

Is that like soylent green?

They were called Magnum bars. And I giggled forever, because there are Magnum condoms. So when I tossed the wrapper in the trash, I totally had to comment. Because I'm 12.

I do feel it's a minority freedom, based on the anecdata of the recruiters I've dealt with here.

Oh, it totally is. And the thing that I try and point out to my babygoth readers is that I can get away with this because 1) I'm good at my job, and 2) I work at being approachable. I'm relatively friendly and outgoing by nature, anyway, but in the workplace? I make sure everyone views me as someone they can talk to (even if I'm wearing fangs because I want to menace some developers).

Well, you know, Jilli only does it because she's a reporter. (You never told us!)

I never told ME. I wonder what other interesting jobs I have that I'm unaware of.

So, anyone want to place a bet on whether I'll break 3k friends on FB by the end of the week? (At this point, all I can do is giggle, because otherwise I'll freak out a bit.)

Competence forgives eccentricity, sometimes.

Huh. This means I have to come up with a really good summergoth outfit for tomorrow at work, because I bet my number of viewers on Tumblr jumped.

Kristen bought me these ballet slipper shoes that look like they have polka dots but really they are just wee skulls.

I wore 'em yesterday and thought of you.

Awww, skully shoes!

Oooh, I should wear my skully shoes tomorrow. Or maybe Fluevogs.

I haven't played around with our dress code much, but I suspect my superhero belt buckles are in violation of the spirit. I am still convinced my corset was specifically written out.

My manager violates it as many days as she doesn't--her shoes are flip flops with a heel and a flower between the toes--what are those called? Anyway, they're not allowed. Sneakers are only allowed on Fridays, but people argue that's not true. They're wrong. That's broken all the time.

But, Burrell, when I worked for a university, my dress code was about the same. In fact, I wore jeans less often. My boss wore a tie every day. Tattoos peeked, but were not displayed. My co-project manager was suits and heels every day, even when she was also in a hard hat and safety goggles.

So I hear tales of these mythical workplaces, but I don't really feel I can take any gambles in the work arena. Nothing permanent, anyway. The hair thing, not a gamble. That's a requirement. And they don't usually notice the earrings until I'm in.