At the office

Now, the office I work in is pretty hip.

We have quirky American traditions which include 'Bagel Day', and 'Shoe Shine Boy'.

And, as many of my friends are aware, we also have drinks on the terrace every Friday. At least, I have been since I started this job.

And then, earlier this morning the dreaded email.

'Summer has now come to an end as has the drinks run on the terrace. We do however have a few other events coming up shortly including an Oktoberfest and a Christmas Party, which I'm sure you'll all enjoy.'

Note - Oktoberfest really isn't the space ship enterprise costume drama we'd all imagined. No. It's more a drinks and canopies event at the office (in October).

Oh yes, and to top things off, today is 'Jeans for genes day!' - again far more riveting than it sounds. People are encouraged to wear jeans and to donate £2 for one course or another. That's correct. We have to pay for our dress down day - a tradition other companies have cultivated, free of charge, for generations. Huff!

Little did i realise that the ability to wear jeans constituted a proper dress down day for the boys in Accounts who came in clad in hoodies and that token brown belt to give the jeans a certain je ne cest quoi. I, on the other hand, rippled the water with my skinny jeans, a shirt and a blazer. If I'd have known, the recycled leather jacket would have made an entrance.

An let's not even begin to discuss how annoyed I am that women can get away with wearing virtually ANYTHING (Yes, I'm shouting) at the office. Paisley tops, floral skirts and lacey shorts are all up there with the inappropriate forms of clothing that piss me right off. More so because the best a man can manage is a tie less shirt. This sort of discrimination doesn't make me feel good at all.