Not satisfied with merely subjecting their staff with the daily trauma
of pox uniforms and the ultimate tease that is the indoor sun visor,
the powers that be at the fast food monstrosity
Macrapeourearthinthenameofglobaobesity came up with the brilliant idea
of an entire freaking branded clothing line. Something to remind their
loyal minimum wagers of who they truly serve when they're not weilding
potato cages in vats of fat or flipping synthetic sugar sponges. The prozac popping super citizens that adorn the
1988 Employee Fashion catalog are frozen in a state of eternal bliss
and um... polar fleece. I'm kind of speechless.
You should probably check out the images to the right to this post.
All images are courtesy of
Jason Liebig's flickr page...