Today is not only Friday – thank God – but it is also a day without my boss who took the day off – again, thank God. So in the spirit of working the last day of the week without “Big Sister” – I decided to celebrate by wearing blue jeans.

To some, this may seem like no big deal – but working for my boss – it is. For some reason, my boss is so dead set against blue jeans that if I came to work in a prom dress – she would not get as angry at me as she would if I came to work in blue jeans.

Personally, I think her prejudice toward blue jeans is ridiculous – after all – they call it “Dress Down Fridays” for a reason. But like the Borg – I must comply – so I do – except when she is not here – like today.

As for my own dress code, give me a T-shirt and a pair of jeans over a suit any day. I absolutely loathe having to wear a shirt and tie five days a week – and I especially despise when I have to stay in my “work clothes” late into the night. And when I have to get dressed up on the weekends – I get infuriated. Even my closet in my bedroom has my work clothes hung on the bottom rung – and my jeans hung on the top.

I realize that in today’s corporate world, wearing a shirt and tie comes with the territory – besides the fact that attending a Mayoral press conference in jeans and a South Park T-shirt wouldn’t go over quite well – so I dress when I have to. But when Friday rolls around and the rest of the staff is in jeans – I should be able to wear jeans too. But as they say – conformity is sometimes the best defense against Communism – and the best days to play are when the cat is away.