Oh.
People of blogland, last night I dreamt that my Place Of Work had decided to tighten up the dress code (as it is, it hasn’t been changed since 1901) and issue a list of Appropriate Under Garments.
Long brown knickers and matching tops.
So with my sternest face, I declared that is was really taking things too far and that I was quitting on the spot. Then I marched out.
It’s one of those nightmares I can’t properly shake off, though. Perhaps because it’s only one shade away from reality.
Do you know, last week, a workmate was told off because her skirt didn’t quite cover her knees when she sat down?
(I know.)
Michel Simon dans un musée du sexe ?
4 years ago
5 comments:
Corsets and long billowy dresses....or is that a dream too?...
oh, my. it's taken years for my office mates to get used to my mode of dress... everytime they get used to it, I push it a little further. nothing like being a goth in the business world...
My motto? Be a butch. You'll never have to wear a skirt again. (Or a dress, for that matter).
Greavsie- almost. I'm only joking a little.
Gregor- good on you. I wish..
Anne- if I were butch they wouldn't have given me the job in the first place. Long story. Or too short, depending on how you look at it.
you're a nun, aren't you? tell me you're a nun.... :)
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