Here's me on my last day working for my old employer, rocking the kilt. It got a lot of attention, even halting a management meeting in it's tracks. My hair looks terrible.
I'm also glad to get away from those horrible rose-beige cubicles.
Well, exactly, but I was also trying to push the boundaries, because my example whenever the dress code would come up would always be, "but I'm still allowed to wear a kilt." In the end, I proved myself right. I couldn't wear capri pants, but kilts weren't mentioned, and that's open territory in my book.
And I just wanted to leave them with something to remember.
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Date: 2006-02-09 06:04 am (UTC)And I just wanted to leave them with something to remember.