Originally Posted by
Zard
Weighing 350 pounds, crushing a bagged nasty fat pill from BK every leg and letting the crumbs roll down your wrinkly fitted-like-a-parachute short sleeve shirt with tie (a la Dwight Schrute) : professional.
Nobody thinks that's professional, you just can't fire people for that anymore.
Facial hair or being a millenial do not make one a protected class (yet).