jeans schmeans

so at work, we recently got a "summer dress code", which is basically that you can wear "work-safe" jeans (read: not holes or fringe) every day of the week, unless there's a client in-house.

of course, i'm not following this rule because 1) i don't have any work-safe jeans and 2) it's kinda my personal rebellion against all the idiots i work with.

i'm actually surprised no one has asked me why i haven't been wearing jeans. (actually, i'm kinda not surprised; it seems that, after having worked here for 10 months, people are finally getting that i'm a private person and really don't care about their opinion about anything. i noticed this when my supervisor said nothing when i cut all my hair off, and only three people in my department mentioned it. i kinda like that people are finally getting that i don't want them snooping around in my business. sure, they can speculate all they want about me behind my back, as long as they don't bring it to my attention. can you tell i don't like where i work? ok, end tangent.)

anyway. and not wearing jeans is a way to actually wear the four pairs of pants i finally trimmed and hemmed to mando-size this past weekend. i was kinda getting tired of wearing the same two pairs of pants to work, anyway. now i have four different pairs or different shades of gray pants (all not being held together by safety pins) to wear to work! and not follow the dress code! ha ha ha. ha ha ha ha ha. (heh. mandark laugh.)

anyway. my co-workers suck. that's all. tada.