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An ongoing log mainly concerned with the bowel movements of small mammals - or so it seems.
Wednesday, March 05, 2003
 Pleated pants. With the added room I could hide things like Depends Undergarments and never have to leave my desk for a bathroom break. Don't get me wrong, my slovenly day to day attire may fool you but I actually love clothes. If I won the lotto I'd be off buying a truck load of Dolce Gabana. But to actually spend an entire day working, the clothes generally associated with an office dress code make me incredibly uncomfortable and thus less efficient. Why not accept that forcing people to dress up does not make them any better workers and just let them come as they are.
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