The Dress Code

You didn't shower today. You threw on a pair of unwashed jeans, an unwashed sweatshirt, and a North Stars baseball cap. And that's what you wore to work. You smell...and you smelled for eight hours at work, because fuck work.

At one point, while peeing, while your zipper was open, you got a good whiff of the odor coming off your crotch area, and it was quite pungent. It made your eyes water just a little. Your coworkers kept their distance.

Awesome.

Tomorrow, the corporate dress code that everyone pretends to conform with kicks in again for four days. Instead of jeans and untucked collared shirts, it'll be untucked collared shirts and varying shades of wrinkled khakis or painter pants.

What a joke.

You’ll be going with the Dickies work pants, and faded Gap polo.