Everyone is all a-tizzy re: the higher-ups visiting from Europe and have kicked up the dress code for the day; I myself said fuck it and am sporting my classiest pair of Chinos and a rather natty sweater. After about three minutes I felt like I was back in church, locked into my 300% polyester tan suit accompanied by my brown clip-on tie rusting on my throat. Ugh.
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