Goddammit, Marcia.

Dammit, Marcia. You messed up everything. EVERYTHING.

We told everyone *for weeks* that a photographer was coming by to shoot everyone for that full-page ad in "Matters" magazine for the realty group. We sent that memo. Then we sent that reminder email the week before. Then the evening of, we mentioned it again in the status meeting, and now this.

How many times did we remind everyone that men will wear a black blazer and tie, and women should wear a black blazer WITH A COLLARED WHITE SHIRT?! Jesus Henry, Marcia. You stick out like a sore thumb. I mean, we told Karen. We told Sindee. We told Wendy. We told Elaine. We told Carol. We told Jane. We told Carolee and Cathy when they went out for a smoke. We told Fran. We told Jen. We let Beverly know. We told Sharon. We told Donna about it. We told Diane. We told Lynn. We told Cynthia. We told Anne. For crying out loud, we told Erdine, too. WE EVEN TOLD YOU. BLACK BLAZER WITH WHITE COLLARED SHIRT! COLLARED! Not a white t-shirt. Not a white sweater. Not a white cardigan. Not a white scoop-necked top. A WHITE FUCKING COLLARED SHIRT, MARCIA! JESUS CHRIST!!!!!

If its individuality you were looking for, we made it very clear in the memo (which you obviously didn't read) that people were free to either wear their collar OUT of the jacket, like Sindee, Wendy, Elaine, Carol, Jane, Carolee, Cathy, Fran, Jen, Donna, Lynn, Cynthia, Anne, and Erdine all opted to do. Or you could wear your collar IN like Karen, Sharon, and Diane did. We were letting people "letting their freak flag fly" and express themselves however they wanted, but nooooo, you had to screw up the entire goddamned newspaper ad by not wearing a collared shirt AT ALL! Pardon my French, Marcia, but it's fucking anarchy. You make the rest of us look like a sad, motley crew of vagrants. Christ Jesus. Daniel is beside himself over all of this.

You know what? I can't even be here in this break room with you, Marcia. I can't even look at you. I have to go.

And status meeting's at 4 now, not 3:30.