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Dress down day

Friday September 24, 2004 - Permanent link to this post -

N.B. - This post contains bad language and cynicism.

I'm back at work today, and no bastard told me it was dress-down day. To make it that extra bit special I've worn my full suit and tie affair. Now I'm one of only three sad bastards wearing suit trousers with a white shirt, unbuttoned at the neck and with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. I haven't gone as far as untucking yet.

What's more, because I failed to go out of my way to check if by chance this friday was going to be Dress Down for MacMillan Cancer Relief Friday, I'm going to be stung for more charidee money. If you don't dress down, you pay double. It's not really charity if it's mandatory is it?

On the plus side though, there's coffee and cake on Floor 2B at 10am. Although I'm sure we'll get pinched for that too. Don't get me wrong, I rely on these charity days to be able to tell the collectors who accost me on my doorstep and in the pubs to fuck off, I already give to charity. But it's the spirit of it that really gets my goat. People giving because they're expected to. I remember last year they sent two of the most attractive girls from Floor 1A around wearing bunny ears and bunny tails, shaking their [collection] buckets in peoples faces. You couldn't not give to that. You just couldn't.

Like I said, I've got nothing against charity, but the kind of people who organise charitable events annoy me. I find it very difficult to trust somebody who is perceived by most as being so "goody-goody" but yet is so adept at extorting money from their friends and colleagues.

So if you want to give to charity, give to charity, but don't do it because I or anybody else told you to.

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