Doesn't every office need a self-appointed jester? Doesn't it have to be the gay guy? Isn't the alternative the receptionist in the rainbow afro?
I'm with Miss Manners that the personal and the professional bleed into each other too often. The responsible alternative, however, is the Sixties era office party where nobody dressed up but, if the movies are to be believed, people still went crazy. These, however, were fueled by staggering amounts of alcohol that allowed people to forget what had occurred the previous day, but that no liability conscious employer today would dare provide.
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Live now-pay later. Diner's Club!
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