Thursday, October 14, 2010
Big Bad Wolf
I had to work last weekend.
Fifty other dorks and me, babysitting a software release.
They don't let us cover it from home, like a normal 21st century company. Nobody really trusts that new-fangled whooziwotzit called VPN anyway, right?
Either that, or they just don't trust their employees to actually log in and work.
Now that I think about it, that's exactly the reason.
As a silent protest, it's practically an unwritten rule that everyone dresses as grungy and disgusting as possible.
So I crawled into the office around 6am, and Boss was waiting.
"You look like you just rolled out of bed!"
I was sporting my battered Bad Wolf Corporation sweatshirt - hood cut off, and sweatpants. It may also have had mustard stains. At least I think it was mustard.
"Yeah, well...I did. I figure if I have to work over the weekend, you get my makeupless, greasy-haired, unbathed self." I have no shame.
"That's not very professional...."
"Hey, at least I combed my hair. Pradeep's still got his Star Wars jammies on. Seriously, go check it out. I think he's even wearing bunny slippers."