It was the 80s: big hair, neon, lace, leg warmers. Fashion victims everywhere, and I worked in an office; a quirky, offbeat office, to be sure but nevertheless, an office. The dress standard was smart formal, which my punk heart couldn’t abide. For the wonderful salary (as I’d moved up a rung), I had to desist wearing my Doc Martens in the office. I was…
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