A/N: I don't even think this one is really that funny. It's just pretty much what happened to me today at work and made me decide it's time to quit.
Title: Drabble #4
Uchiha Itachi stared at the packet of papers in his hand. He had a few choice words to describe his thoughts on it, and judging by the looks and grumbles coming from his fellow Akatsuki, they felt the same way. He, on some level, had been aware of the dress code, in that you were supposed to wear the issued cloak and the uniform underneath. Occasionally you wore the neat hats to block the sun. It seemed that there had actually been an official dress and appearance at one point that everyone must have ignored beyond the aformentioned items.
However, fifteen double-sided sheets of printed paper suggested that someone thought it was funny to piss them off. In this case, it was the leader of Akatsuki.
It seemed failure to comply could result in termination, if the attached sheet for them to sign that they had read and agreed with the new rules was anything to go by.
Reading over the paragraph on hairstyles again caused the Uchiha to unconciously tug at his long hair. According to the new rules and regulations, he'd have to cut it short... and if family genes had their way, he'd look exactly like Sasuke, only cooler. However, looking like Sasuke was decidedly, uncool. Sasuke was lame, and weak. Deidara let out a half choked sob as he clutched at his tied-back hair. He was sniffling. Pathetic. His hair sucked anyway.
Itachi couldn't understand the need for these rules. The one about no longer being able to wear fingernail polish if working with food didn't even apply to anyone within the organization. Granted, they had hired professional caterers for a time before it was decided that was too expensive...
They weren't allowed to wear denim... no hanging earrings... must be clean-shaven unless they already had a beard. What if someone wanted to grow a beard? Itachi briefly wondered if he should try growing a beard again. Last time, he had been too young, and it looked ridiculous. Although, no one in his family had ever been able to pull off the bearded look anyway.
Looking on, he realized it wasn't only dress and appearance. For instance, vacation days could not be used as sick days. That would be rather inconvenient if he had a doctor or dentist appointment. He flipped through to the back page where it said to send questions.
Apparently they had a human resources director… hmm.
"Kisame," Itachi began, glaring at the papers in his hand.
"Yeah?" the former Mist nin growled, apparently upset about the section on weapons, if the page he was currently turned to was any indication.
"I think it's time I handed in my resignation."
A/N: I told my boss I was going to update my resume when I got home. He laughed, because he already found another job for himself, the SOB.