Strips

I couldn't remember how this one ended, because the first two panels were the ones I cut out, saved, blew up on the photocopier, and posted everywhere it was safe to.

This has been one of my biggest beefs with the workforce for as long as I have been in it. As far as I'm concerned, most work dress codes border on sheer superstition.

We used to get e-mails with some weird comics and pictures of faded jeans etc. to explain what was in the dress code and what not. They were probably sent by people who had been breathing the fumes of the sartorial alchemy lab a bit too much.