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.

Those Magnum Ice Cream bars are pretty tasty.

Wow. Paypal's front page has come into the 21st century. I hadn't realised they needed to catch up until they did. It's all pretty now. Whoohoo. I have to spend lots of money now.

That reminds me I need to Paypal my derby league dues.