So today is Hawaiian Shirt Day at Gulag Inc. Yes, thats right… Corporate Dungeons™ really do sponsor tooth-shatteringly inane “fun” days… just like in Office Space.
Lets go over the Pro’s and Con’s of Hawaiian Shirt Day.
Pro: I got a lei.
Con: I took flack for refusing to wear said lei.
Pro: My supervisors are congregating near my desk to pop popcorn and hang metallic palm trees from the ceiling.
Con: My supervisors are congregating near my deskto pop popcorn and hang metallic palm trees from the ceiling.
Pro: Alot of people are getting lei’d.
Con: Alot of people are walking around like tourists, eager to get to the newest Florida Theme Park: Gilligans Lost World.
Pro: There are balloons and paper streamers everywhere.
Con: They’re all yellow, orange and blue and its throwing off a creepy Hawaii 5-0 cast party vibe.
Pro: My supervisors had to climb up ladders with palm trees in their clutches, intent on hooking them to our ceiling.
Con: They succeeded in their quest and the palm trees are still hanging from aforementioned ceiling.
Pro: Free Popcorn
Con: Popcorn is a loud, obnoxious snack and the popper is less than 5 feet from my desk.
Pro: There’s a huge tank of helium in the corner.
Con: I cant play with it.
Pro: I’ve only got an hour and a half left before I leave for the day.
Con: I’m filled with an irrational fear of coming to work tomorrow morning to find that all Hawaiian paraphanelia remains in the office but has been transferred to my cubicle.
Pro: There are inflatable fish, crabs and seahorses hanging from the ceiling in arms reach.
Con: I’m not allowed to stab them with my pen.
Theres a large cut-out of a palm tree on the wall next to me.
The irony of this is that I can see 5 more real palm trees when I look out the window.
The roasting pig with the apple in his mouth in the center of the room, skewed to death by two hi-lighter pens and rotating on a server rack donning the Gulag logo is a nice touch though.
I stand in awe of anyone who has to go through Corporate DressDownDays (as I sit here in my pajamas, having not bothered to get dressed today ). Nobody tells ME what to wear. Damn straight.
But you, poor baby. Been me, I’d have found a way to pop at least one of those Oriental Trading crabs. You knew there was a reason you should keep a safety pin in your desk.
[Lumberg] "Oh- and remember. Next Friiiiiday is…um…Hawaiian Shirt Day. Sooooo…if you want to…go ahead and ummmmm wear a Hawaiian shirt and jeans. [/Lumberg]
If we had Hawaiian Shirt day, I swear I would be forced to go around all day shouting “Lumberg fucked her!” and showing people my “O” face.
The client I’m working for has the idea that dressing down is still business casual. I wear a suit four days a week (Mon-Thur.) Not that I mind, but if I’m supposed to be able to dress down, I wanna wear jeans or shorts or something.
Oh yeah, I get to wear Dockers on Mondays if Dale Jarret places in the top 5 in the race on Sunday, too. Woohoo, UPS, you wild and crazy guys!
I’ve recently been given the priveledge to buy (@ $16.95) a golf shirt bearing my employer’s logo to wear while at the public service desk on weekends.
I make 12 bucks an hour.
See as to how even McDonald’s will give it’s employees their cheesy uniforms gratis, I’ll keep my shirt and tie, thanks.
I WOULD suggest that you find out in what the Hawaii Dept. of Corrections garbs its inmates, and that you aquire a similar garment for yourself (it technically still being a “Hawaiian Shirt’”), but, IIRC, the state of Hawaii, in order to save precious condo-space, airlifts its miscreants to Nevada for long-term incarceration. I have climbed the sagebrush hill in Carson City that overlooks the excercise yard of the state prison yard there, and can therefore personally attest that a dark-blue jumpsuit with “Samoan Pride” amatuer embroidery would say “Aloha” as surely as anything found at the rack at Hilo Hattie’s Kam Highway outlet.
Well, poor fuckin’ baby. Do you hate kittens and puppies, too? Go over there and play with the damn helium, already, 'cause whining sounds worse in a baritone.
Okay, I shouldn’t talk. There’s no dress code here and for me, every day is Aloha Day. But we need to make it okay to wear normal clothes to work, so if your dipshit boss gives an opening, exploit it. Here: http://www.hotshirts.com/
Use it well. Use it in peace. Have and Aloha Day. Mahalo.
Yes. Also, on Wacky Hat day, they were playing Tom Jones’ “What’s Up Pussycat?” song. It showed a shot of the employees trying various methods to drown out their depression. One was drinking (wearing a moose hat) and another was trying to kill himself, I think.
Hawaiian shirts are something between “business casual” and formal wear, here. If the intent was Hawaiian casual, it oughter be T-shirts with comm’l logos, Bob Marley and leaf border, or anything with fish on it, or a plain white Fruit of the Loom tank top.
The cheapest shirts on that site are $50! I think I’ll keep my crappy $10 Walmart Hawaiian shirts over dropping that kind of dough. Maybe they’ll go bankrupt and have a clearance sale…
). Nobody tells ME what to wear. Damn straight.