It’s Aloha Thursday.
No work till Friday.
Oh god, that’s going to be stuck in my head for the rest of the week…
I wear Hawaiian shirts to work all the time. So does one of my coworkers. (of course, we’re newspaper photographers, and expected to be strangely-dressed freaks :D)
Hawaiian tangent: a guy I went to school with, to have a unique outfit for the senior prom, cut up a very loud (electric blue with safety-orange flowers and green leaves)Hawaiian shirt and used the fabric to replace the normally-silk areas (lapels, vest, bowtie, stripes down the sides of the pants) on his (rented) tux, and wore matching beach sandals instead of real shoes.
I have a largish collection of some of the most eye searingly hideous aloha shirts ever produced. I wear them regularly. People look for them and buy them for me, and some of the more craft oriented just find ridiculously garish cloth and sew them for me.
It’s not meant to be something imposed from on high. Tell your bosses that if this doesn’t stop they may find themselves facing picket lines that will cause a catastrophic failure in the cameras of the reporters sent to cover the protest.
Or, y’know, I could probably loan you the one with the neon green and orange flamingos.
Well, it’s Thursday. There are 4 who share my cubicle - nary a Hawaiian shirt to be seen. I’m in light gray jeans and a blue shirt. Just couldn’t dress in black this morning… But if I’d had neon green with orange flamingos… 
As I walked in from the parking lot, I saw one shirt of a tropical bent, I think - it was still dark out and the guy was across the street. I expect the folks sporting the shirts are the same ones who sign up for office caroling at Christmas time and who plan and attend all the morale-building picnics which are held after hours in inconvenient locations. And they’ll all get certificates of appreciation suitable for framing, because that’s the way it works. Meanwhile, it’s back to work for me. Aloha.
“Yeah…did you get that memo…?”
What a difference a continent makes. At my last real job an Aloha Shirt was the standard wear. In fact they’re considered dressing up here in Hawaii. If you go to a wedding, you wear one. If you go to the symphony, you wear one. When you see the C.E.O. of the big local banks or you see the Mayor on TV you usually see them in an Aloha shirt. It sure beats wearing a tie I’ll tell you that.
Neon green with orange flamingos… 2trew now that’s class! Gotta get me one of those. I’m thinking of wearing my brand new Habitat for Humanity tshirt to work tomorrow. It’s dress down day and the shirt is brand new and all pristine. It’ll never look that way again after I wear it. Kinda hard on the clothes here.
FCM wish I coulda gotten my muumuu to ya on time to wear today.