My entitled boss demands I follow the dress code when I do, she instantly regrets it.

I work for a secondary education institute.

Anyone who has worked in academia will confirm that it's a different brand of crazy.

Adding on to that, our staff has no balance in gender or ethnicity,

so it's the opposite of toxic masculinity.

Toxic femininity?

Doesn't quite roll off the tongue.

Anyways, with weak management, it has essentially become a mean girls club.

The Boss Lady PA is basically Queen B, with the rest of us being low worker bees.

As I am not someone who kisses, but I am often not very well liked,

hence the low worker bee status.

Work by staff shirts for everyone with our logo on it, about three or four times a year.

There are usually nice golf shirts or button-up shirts, but the last time,

oof, this was an actual shirt Queen B wore one day.

Boss Lady literally squealed in delight like a toddler when she saw it,

insisting that all of us get one.

Guys, let me describe this monstrosity.

It was mainly navy blue with a type of print.

Think paisley, but not quite.

The shirt was filled with cartoonish squigglys and doodles that made absolutely no sense.

Apples, floor delis, seashells, even tiny little fish skeletons,

they danced and merged in every direction.

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