The other writer girls and I had our mug shots taken this afternoon. Supposedly, the top honcho decided that it's time for a new logo and a new tagline. We all think we're going to miss that rainbow and "where we belong" as the place we work. Anyhow, nobody really officially informed us that today was the last day for having our photos taken. Some guy texted us that we should come in a "one-colored shirt" when he meant a collared shirt. Since we really didn't take things too seriously, nobody came to the meeting in a solid colored shirt or one with a collar at that. Bluekessa wore a sando and a blazer, Abi wore a furry blouse and a hooded jacket, K had on a sleeveless blouse and a shawl. If the dictum were true, then none of us would be able to enter the network premises after the new IDs are issued. So all afternoon, we problematized what to do. Headwriter D suggested K wrap her shawl around her and pretend that it was her collar. Abi was already asking this PA we knew if we could actually borrow her shirt. Ek. Then after the meeting, we girls just trooped over to the photo place. We figured that if we just acted as though nothing were missing from our clothes, photographer guy wouldn't notice. We filled in our mug shot signs and K ran over to her car so we could fix the case of the shiny forehead. Then we all posed and smiled and just balled around. It was sort of fun. And the photographer guy never said anything about us not having any collared shirts or anything. But we'll know soon enough when the photos are returned, and we all find ourselves looking all wrong, or with eyes crossed or worse, closed.