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Not me...

...but my wife. She worked for a company that required women to wear skirts and nylons (yeah, this was a while ago). Then they were doing a big project that involved getting a lot of documents from the archive. The archive was a set of boxes on and under tables (on the floor) in the sort of dark, dusty and dingy basement room where people who annoy the BOFH might disappear.

She wound up having to crawl, in a dress and nylons, on the floor for hours each day for several days pulling documents from the archive boxes. Sore knees, torn nylons and revealing far more of herself than she had any desire to reveal to co-workers. She was not in a happy mood when she got home during that project. I thought it wise to take her out to dinner most nights until that was over.

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