From the Salt Lake Tribune’s News of the Weird
I would also have a bad reaction if my employer wanted to find out it was me who put gum onto his seat.
Are you admitting to something here? 
No, my employer is an older Quaker man with a foot-long beard who could never get angry at anyone because his innermost being is full of sunshine. He’s one of those people who is always calm and collected and he has a very serene air about himself. I can’t picture him ever getting angry over a piece of gum.
What kind of work are you doing?
Slan,
D.
Well, I would be pretty shocked if someone told me what brand of underwear to wear! How could anyone anywhere think that would be appropriate? They would hear from me pretty darn quick.
I will never tell! 
Actually, I do menial merchant-type work for just 2 hours a week, and I see my boss at Meeting for Worship nearly every week. I knew him before I worked for him, which makes it even more wonderful. But my health is improving so I may be forced to leave that job soon and get a “regular” job (each student at my college is required to work), but (aside from the never having money) I don’t really want to.
Work is good for you Cran.
The Devil makes work for idle hands
It also helps you to meet people and develop your social skills, the money comes in handy too.
Slan,
D.
I know. I honestly don’t care about the money, though. I make less than minimum wage (since I’m a student and technically employeed by the school), I just like knowing and liking my boss more than I like getting paid. I also know his wife, who is also a professor here. They’ve driven me to and from Meeting and it feels that we know each other first and foremost as Friends, not as boss and employee.
I’ve had lots of bosses who I hated, or just didn’t get on well with, I suppose you could say. Having a boss who understands my religious objections to wearing name-tag labels, or calling him “Professor”/“Doctor,” for example, means a lot to me.
In a company employee style manual issued in late 2005 by Commonwealth Bank in Queensland state in Australia, workers were advised with great specificity how to groom themselves and practice good hygiene. Among the areas covered were proper brands of underwear…
That’s Queensland for you. To check for compliance, each worker gets a regular debriefing.
“…Among the areas covered were … shapes for women’s eyebrows, and frequency for moisturizing one’s hands.”
Now I’m all worried. Until reading the article I was blissfully ignorant that I might be sending some sort of untoward message with my eyebrows…I’d always thought there was only one shape possible: You know, eyebrow shape. And I just know I’m totally out of line on the moisturizing thing. Woe is me.
If there were too much resistance they’d make people wear them on the outside so they could check.
My Boss doesn’t mind what brand of underwear I use.
My Boss definately makse sure I change my undies on a regular basis though…
hey Tyler - the plates on that car reminds me…
We went to “Cavalcade of Customs” weekend before last (I sure wish I had my '66 or '74 Nova back - LOTS of Nova’s this year!). Anyway, there was a '75 Trans Am with “Historic Plates” on it. Both Tom and I looked at it and said at the exact same time “That car is too NEW to have historic plates!!!” (just an FYI, anything over 25 years old can get historic plates).
I’m getting old!!!
Missy, it certainly doesn’t seem 25 years ago! I used to have a '79 TA and I used to think that was still pretty new…sheesh! I have a 1980 Mazda/datsun on the lot right now, ugliest damn thing I’ve ever seen…I’m going to get historic plates for it!!
yeah - the pick-em-up ('79)qualifies, but we can’t do all that’s required for historic plates:
*older then 25 years (can do that)
*drive less then 10,000 a year (now that it’s not Nate’s primary means of transportation, can do that)
*garaged when not in use (can’t do that, unfortunately)
Cool! I’m gonna bolt mine to my…oh, never mind.