Uniform horror!

G'ah, so hungry. Can't eat a ton as there isn't that much to eat. Did order dinner though, so that should be set. *cough*

We got our new uniforms at work. Well, new shirts. Bah. You had your choice between two kinds of shirts, and if you were full time, you got 4 shirts. Since we didn't have anything other than pictures to go on, I split it even. I even looked at the back of the badly copied paper and tried to figure out what size to go with. I deciphered the numbers and decided on a size.

I tried on my shirts today. [Got 'em yesterday] There is no fucking way they are what they say they are. Just to be sure, I checked various shirts of mine, and even factoring in a bit of vanity sizing going on, based on the numbers the sheet of fucking stupidity said, I should have been fine. More than fine. Peachy. Effing. Keen is where I should've been.

I want to wear my stupid, falling apart at the seams [literally], too small but everyone looks stupid in them so it doesn't matter vest. The polo-y shirts aren't so bad, but the other style? Yeah, they're being shoved to the back of the closet and worn on emergency only days. One isn't even getting pulled out of it's plastic in case we're allowed to switch without having to sell a kidney. They're uncomfortable as hell. Sigh.