I work in an office mainly made up of IT people. Dress code is "business casual". Suffice it to say that I'm one of the few people that is even remotely healthly and active for the 30 and up age groups.
Anywhoo...a few years ago during my basketball league I blew up my ankle. It was swollen up and hurt like a bitch. My dress shoes weren't the most forgiving around the ankle area but my running shoes were much softer and low cut there, so I wore them for a few days while the swelling went down. After two days I had a copy of the dress code with "running shoes" circled as prohibited items. I tore it up and laughed.
Now fast forward to this week...playing basketball again and jammed the shit out of my big toe. It looked like this the day afterward:
https://skydrive.live.com/?cid=e46bb480e134a82a#cid=E46BB480E134A82A&id=E46BB480E134A82A!3007
Except now I've got a couple scorched holes through my toe nail where a doc burned through to get some of the junk out of there.
I couldn't get my dress shoes on that foot without wincing in pain every step so I wore my tennis shoes because the stretchy toe box was much more forgiving.
I tell my boss on Tuesday that I'm going to break the dress code a few days because my toe is fubared. After two days another manager approached my boss about my dress code again.
Seriously? Do these people not have anything better to do than police footwear? I feel like sending out an email to all of the office with a picture of my toe telling them I'd glady trade them toes so that I could be in compliance with the almighty Zapato Gestapo.
Sheesh.😵
Anywhoo...a few years ago during my basketball league I blew up my ankle. It was swollen up and hurt like a bitch. My dress shoes weren't the most forgiving around the ankle area but my running shoes were much softer and low cut there, so I wore them for a few days while the swelling went down. After two days I had a copy of the dress code with "running shoes" circled as prohibited items. I tore it up and laughed.
Now fast forward to this week...playing basketball again and jammed the shit out of my big toe. It looked like this the day afterward:
https://skydrive.live.com/?cid=e46bb480e134a82a#cid=E46BB480E134A82A&id=E46BB480E134A82A!3007
Except now I've got a couple scorched holes through my toe nail where a doc burned through to get some of the junk out of there.
I couldn't get my dress shoes on that foot without wincing in pain every step so I wore my tennis shoes because the stretchy toe box was much more forgiving.
I tell my boss on Tuesday that I'm going to break the dress code a few days because my toe is fubared. After two days another manager approached my boss about my dress code again.
Seriously? Do these people not have anything better to do than police footwear? I feel like sending out an email to all of the office with a picture of my toe telling them I'd glady trade them toes so that I could be in compliance with the almighty Zapato Gestapo.
Sheesh.😵