A little less conversation. Please!

In the interest of full disclosure and a completely, overwhelming wonder that this is the minutia of my life, I give you a conversation I had with myself this morning.

OK, it wasn’t with myself, per se, since I was not talking out loud, but rather reasoning through something in my head. Here’s the process:

Mandy: What to wear today. . . .hmm. . . those brown corduroys would be fun. It is Friday. Ooh! And my Barbie shirt. With a jacket, of course.

Voice of reason: Um, what are you smoking? Don’t you remember that Dress Code Police Employee (DCPE) implied that corduroys could be considered jeans and may therefore not be work appropriate attire?

Mandy: That is SO stupid. Yes these corduroys have rivets (her definition of jeans) but they are not jeans. Jeans are made out of denim. Corduroys are made out of corduroy. And Jill down the hall in that other department wears them at least three times a week and no one yells at her.

Voice of reason: Well, if you’re going to wear one dress code questionable item, you probably shouldn’t wear it in combination with another. The Barbie shirt probably should be out of the mix if you’re going to wear the corduroys. You don’t want to make yourself a walking target for DCPE.

Mandy: OK, no Barbie shirt. Even though it is Friday and that shirt is CUTE! Well, what can I wear with the corduroys to dress them up? I mean that way, DCPE maybe won’t notice the pants. How about that white shirt?

Voice of reason: That’s a good choice. It’s long enough it’ll cover the offending rivets. But you will have to iron it. .  .

And that, friends, is pretty much a daily occurrence at my house. The dress code is way out of control at my workplace of late, but because I’m happy to have a job, I tend to submit to it. Or just flout it a little with printed T-shirts under jackets (Barbie, NASA, guitar) and corduroy pants (which, come on! How offensive can corduroy be?)