She takes three steps inside the door, looks around, and thinks she's walked into a K-mart by accident. She leaves in a fog of confusion and disgust. A photo from a Land's End catalog is circulated, featuring a dapper man clad in khaki trousers and a polo shirt. Even our toilet paper says 'polo'. The other half of the employees say the heck with it, and wear their normal business attire on Fridays as sort of a protest to the whole, tangled mess.
Petty disputes flair up on Fridays.
The line between country club casual and, say, bowling league casual seems a bit blurred. Those idiots in personnel scrub the whole plan. Ah, corporate life. I was a human resource once. But now I'm an entrepreneur, and I can dress any way I like.