Kooky corporate culture or just California?

It's a rare day that I beat Carl home from school, so I'm plopping down on my computer chair and entertaining myself. I guess I could do something novel like make dinner, but we already decided to have something that involves lighting the barbecue pit and seeing as how I have an unnatural fear of fire, dinner's going to have to wait until he gets home.

I'm a little annoyed with work lately, so I dwell on meaningless stuff. The thing that's been grating me today--my coworkers' attire. The company's part of the Fortune 100, so you'd think people would be a dress code or something. But then again, this is Cali, and people are weird. The woman who has the office next to my cubicle (poor little peon me) outclasses all of us, always in the neatest little suits. And then there are the scads of women who walk around the cubicle farm in stillettos (Um, why? They just look painful), and I saw a woman today who combined that look with the other shoe trend at my office (red) and had red stillettos. (With the rest of the outfit it looked really trashy). My boss's boss comes to work in sweats, and one of the youngish (ok, our age) guys has mutton chops. Yes, mutton chops. Not shaggy, gotta-trim-these-soon sideburns. Mutton chops. Makes me (almost) homesick for conformist khakis.

I had to edit this to add this comment: The art director (yet another boss) came in today in a 70's style green shirt with ruffles. Last week he shaved off his Elvis-bouffant haircut and walked around in a fedora, that was until I laughed at him. These people are weird, I tell you.

I'm going back to Lex next weekend for Carl's 5-year reunion. Anybody need anything?