On my first day as an intern, I spotted what is likely to be the first of many wardrobe faux pas moments this summer.
This particular young woman was wearing four inch (at least) heels and a quite form-fitting low-cut dress. And as she spun around to face my direction, I saw it dangling there from the hem of her shorter-than-mid-thigh dress: the lime green intern badge. Yes, the badge was hanging from the bottom of her mid-thigh dress.
To her credit, the color of her dress was color coordinated with the badge. I wasn't sure whether to applaud her color coordination or cringe at her Saturday night apparel.
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