Frickin' uniform. Some days the worst thing about this whole General Manager deal is the fact that I have to wear a tie. And just in case that isn't bad enough, it's a clip-on tie. I don't know how it can be possible, but it feels like the clip-on is restricting the blood flow to my brain even more than a normal tie does.
Today I'm rebelling. Today I brought in my own tie, which I must tie myself. My tie has Doctor Doom on it.
I've got a pretty decent collection of awful ties. They're how I try to defy convention even on those occasions when convention is required (in tie form). All of them are about as aesthetically painful as Doom, or worse. Heh heh heh.
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