Last night I stayed at work really late. (Yech)  I will tonight, too (maybe 11:30 again).

The neat thing about that is I had dinner with some of the associates here.  I usually have lunch with them, but dinner is a decidedly less formal affair (not that lunch is formal, just that dinner has more camraderie - because we're all here so late).

On Monday, a directive came down from the powers that be that there will be a new associate dress code.  It seems we have been disappointing the upper echelon with our ragtag appearance.  So the hammer fell, and the new code requires the men to wear shirts with collars all the time (no more T-shirts!).  The women, I'm sure, are subjected some kind of rules, too, but no-one ever really knows how to quantify business dress standards for women (as I sit here in my cotton pants and cotton cardigan).

This directive has been the talk of the firm this week, and yesterday, the mutiny started.  I found out about it at dinner.

A couple of the young male associates were wearing Polo shirts. 

After all, "they're shirts, and they have collars!!" (Ah, the subversives!)

Ah, social activism is alive and well in downtown Tokyo.