Settle Down

Our Peoria office has some dress code Nazis. You know the type; no fun at parties because their clothes fit too tightly, have never owned a T–shift with anything printed on it, wear khakis and a Polo to mow the yard (I have a neighbor like this), etc. One of our huge clients, well, huge—a national bank/credit/loan company that everybody knows, whose initials are the same as my favorite southern rock band. They visit once in a while to discuss services we do for them. When they do, Miss Frigid sends out an email telling people they can't wear jeans or other casual clothes while the client is here. This time around, somebody else (one who will actually be meeting with the client) sent out a message saying it's OK to dress as usual while the client is here, because the client will also be wearing jeans because they'll be spending a lot of time in the warehouse. A few minutes later, Miss Frigid sent out a message as follows (the caps are hers):

…jeans WILL NOT BE ALLOWED on either day. [client] is a VERY important client to us and it is VERY important that we all make good impressions on these days.

Wow. She really needs to settle down. If she's married, I bet her husband drinks heavily.