New uniform policy

Melanie arrived at work in her trademark torn up black jeans, converse, band shirt and leather jacket. She exuded the attitude of slight superiority she always carried with her. She was confused to see the owner Mike waiting for her.

"Hi Melanie," Mike said. "I'm here to tell you about a change in policy here at the Coffee Jitter."

"Oh. Sure, okay." Melanie said, trying to not give the owner too much attitude.

"We have a new uniform policy I'm going to need you to sign." Mike explained.

"Oh god, uniform policy?" Melanie groaned.

As a proud individualist and performer, she hated such restrictions.

"I'm afraid so." Mike explained. "And I'll need you to sign to continue working here."

"Fine," Melanie sighed.

She needed this job. She'd maxed out three credit cards to buy her band's new equipment, and was way past due on payments. She really had **** here, she needed her job. So she picked up a pen and signed.

"So what's the new rules?" She asked as Mike scooped up the contract. "No open toed shoes? Black shirts?"

"No, something a little more... drastic..." Mike admitted.