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I don't think there's anything off-limits at work.
They didn't care about the blue streaks in my hair, or about my friend Justin's (upper management) full arm sleeve tattoos, or about any piercings we've encountered...
I frequently wear torn and shabby jeans, and have occasionally worn less-than-modest tops. No one seems to care.
It's really quite nice, actually. I don't ever want to get the sort of job that cares what I look like.
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A SPIDER sewed at night
Without a light
Upon an arc of white.
If ruff it was of dame
Or shroud of gnome,
Himself, himself inform.
Of immortality
His strategy
Was physiognomy.
--Emily Dickinson
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