Every year since I've gotten out of college this mysterious thing happens. It's called the Summer Intern. Mostly they just wonder around in packs and giggle, but this year we have a whole new breed. The Intern that doesn't know how to dress. It's fabulous.
Just to give you some background, the company I work for is jeans and t-shirts. The three dress code rules we have are as follows: no skinny string tank tops, no offensive language on a t-shirt, and no "shower shoes" flip flops. Somehow this intern has managed to break all three. It's become a contest in my work group. "What is she going to wear today?"
This has been the best motivation to go into work in a long time.
Just to give you some background, the company I work for is jeans and t-shirts. The three dress code rules we have are as follows: no skinny string tank tops, no offensive language on a t-shirt, and no "shower shoes" flip flops. Somehow this intern has managed to break all three. It's become a contest in my work group. "What is she going to wear today?"
This has been the best motivation to go into work in a long time.