When I found out my friend Aileen once worked 8-hour days dressed as a Holiday Snoopy at the local outlet mall, I have to admit a part of me was a bit jealous. I’ve had some interesting jobs in my life — the night in D.C. when I was hired to keep drunk men away from Whoopi Goldberg comes to mind — but I’ve managed to avoid epically bad work uniforms. My professional past includes no propeller hats or suits shaped like a meatball sandwich. In fact, the strictest dress code I’ve had to adhere to was the green apron and black polo shirt required at Starbucks, accessorized with a hearty splatter of mocha all over my face and hair.
I know you guys can easily one-up me on this one, so let’s hear it: What was your worst work uniform?