Office Spaced: Bud Light is not so light if you drop it on your toes!

So if you haven't gathered; I HATE WORKING IN AN OFFICE. The dress code being one of my main hates. I do not ever see clients. I sit at a desk all day and repeatedly press the same buttons over and over. I do not need to wear smart clothes. I would work faster and more efficiently if I was more comfortable. So today I decided FUCK IT I'm wearing trainers. However I decided to pre-empt the expected ticking off and getting sent home to change with an early email to my slightly retarded line manager explaining why I had to wear trainers. The following email chain is unedited aside from the removal of confidential email addresses and names. (Also I was not injured in the slightest)


Me:
Manager:

Me:


Manager:

Me:
Manager:





And with that I get to wear trainers for a week! Viva La Revolucion!