I have a dentist appointment from 1-4pm

Last week we played a trick on our beloved creative director. Morale is pretty low because it seems like any day some, if not most, of our group will get the hammer dropped on us. We decided to break the tension by dressing up in our best interview attire and fuck with his head a little bit. Instead of the typical advertising uniform of skate shoes, dirty jeans, and ironic graphic tees we would all look like we were going in for our second interview. At Fidelity. You know, to iron out the details and talk about vacation time and compare benefit packages.

It worked. He came into the office and saw one of his minions dressed to the nines. He had a visceral reaction, but pretended like he didn't notice. I am sure he was thinking about the last time that person was up for promotion. Then he saw another guy who normally looks like a bike messenger sporting a sleek double breasted suit topped off with a distinguished Windsor knot. His head exploded. Then he saw our resident rock & roll chick dressed up like she was a portfolio manager at a hedge fund. He started mumbling incoherently, but nobody would bite. We all played it off like everything was normal.

Good morning Thomas. How are you?

He made the rounds and realized that most of his group was dressed up, and that's when he finally snapped and wanted to know what the fuck was going on? We didn't budge.

Does anyone know what the Nikkei closed at this morning?

Eventually, someone told him what was going on, and he admitted that the hair on the back of his neck was standing straight up. He was losing his shit. But he loved it, and thought it was a pretty cool way to bring everyone together during these tumultuous times. I don't think it will impact the bottom line, but at least we're going out in style.

Everyone take cover. Shit is going to hit the fan. What's the job code for this one?