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I found myself complaining to my companion Ms Shopaholic the other day about the great injustice that is our office dress code. We were out and about doing our weekly mall cruising, sighing over the things we wanted but couldn't get, eagerly trying on as many clothes as we could manage, and basically bulldozing our way through whatever was left of our salaries.
She felt my pain, being a full-fledged fashion addict herself. Where was the sense, we asked each other plaintively, in looking like runaway G2000 mannequins five days a week? We concluded that: (a) working for a regulatory authority'll do that to ya; (b) we were definitely in the wrong industry; and (c) evil forces were hard at work trying their damned best to turn us into corporate drones. Oh, the indignity! Theatrics aside, our discussion got me thinking. What would I wear to work if I weren't restricted by dress codes? *
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I wud love to see you pull a Nicole on the 5th floor haha.
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