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May. 2nd, 2002 05:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
semperfionaThe horrible, dead boring, long-ass meeting was indeed at fault for the failure of my lunch plans.
Said employee meeting had exactly one thing going for it. It was not begun with an invocation (read: prayer). Instead we had a moment of silence. In its way, a huge improvement.
Oh, and during Yet Another Discussion of the Dress Code™, someone asked whether there was a policy on underwear (cf this). Thankfully the HR director said no, but she also said something about underwear being a sensitive issue and one that would be handled directly with one's supervisor or with her. If anyone ever even thinks about giving me trouble about whether or not I wear underwear to work, they'll be hit with a sexual harassment suit so fast they'll fall over. What I wear (or don't wear) under my clothes is nobody's business but mine.
Said employee meeting had exactly one thing going for it. It was not begun with an invocation (read: prayer). Instead we had a moment of silence. In its way, a huge improvement.
Oh, and during Yet Another Discussion of the Dress Code™, someone asked whether there was a policy on underwear (cf this). Thankfully the HR director said no, but she also said something about underwear being a sensitive issue and one that would be handled directly with one's supervisor or with her. If anyone ever even thinks about giving me trouble about whether or not I wear underwear to work, they'll be hit with a sexual harassment suit so fast they'll fall over. What I wear (or don't wear) under my clothes is nobody's business but mine.
