Flower power
2016 01 13
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Today I experienced the pinnacle of work ridiculousness.
A couple of weeks ago they fixed some overhead lights in the call centre I work at, such that it became far too bright for some folks to tolerate. So much so, that some people asked to have their stations moved. So much so, that I actually had to go to the junky dollar(ish) store in the mall where the call centre is located and buy a hat with a brim to block the overhead light because it's too bright and harsh and hurts my eyes and causes strain and gives me headaches. Apparently, the million watts of light is deemed necessary by whoever governs concepts of health and safety in this province. Whoever that is, is screwed in the noodle.
So, I got myself this crappy green tweedy 1920s style hat with a big green satin flower on it. Harmless? Inoffensive? Matches much of my clothing? Yes, to all three. Yet today, I was told I had to get a note from a doctor to allow me to wear the hat at work.
A note from a doctor.
To wear a hat.
A hat with a flower on it.
My doctor's receptionist laughed out loud when I called to make an appointment and told her why I needed to come in ... to get a note that will cost four times what the hat did.
