Evin Catlett on:
We don't wear pants to work
Not sure who the guy is in the above photo, but he’d fit in well here: confident, sporting a jaunty beard-thing, and lacking pants. That’s right, yesterday we officially launched our annual No Pants Policy baby!
Or, for those of you across the Pond – No Trousers Policy. (Last year the BBC called (seriously) and was quite confused. In England, pants = underwear.)
For the next 30 days nobody is allowed to wear pants to the office. Shorts, grass skirts, kilts, knickers and very long t-shirts are all fine. But no pants. The penalty for breaking the rule? A small fine which goes into a cup for ice cream goodies and, if you’re particularly unlucky like our good man Jeremy in the picture below, Marcia will attack you with a pair of scissors and make you wear shorts.

Clients, take note: this applies to you as well. We hope you’ll join us in this bit of revelry. So if you have a meeting here, please come pantless.



July 22nd, 2009 at 9:43 am (#)
That’s awesome. The good thing is, Jeremy now has a pair of swimming shorts, too.
I feel a trip to the Gateway Fountain coming on.
July 22nd, 2009 at 1:21 pm (#)
In that case, I thank you all very much for sparing my favorite pair of jeans yesterday.
July 23rd, 2009 at 4:41 pm (#)
Crockett – We’re all over the trip to the Gateway. You in? We can get ice cream cones afterward.
Jason – First one’s a freebie.