I’m still not sure whether I kept my job through pure luck or because my boss secretly found the whole thing hilarious. Probably a bit of both. Let me explain.
I work at a mid-size marketing firm — thirty people, open-plan office, and a managing director named Richard who treats “company culture” like it’s a sacred text. Every October for the last four years, Halloween has been the one day this office actually feels alive. We decorate our desks, someone brings in those awful pumpkin-spice muffins, and the 3pm costume parade is basically team-building that nobody has to pretend to enjoy.
Halloween Costume Ban
This year, on the 2nd of October, HR sent The Email. Subject line: “Updated Office Conduct Policy — Holiday Season.” I opened it, read the first sentence, and my soul briefly left my body: “Costumes of any kind are no longer permitted on company premises, effective immediately.”
The reason? “To maintain a professional environment and avoid distractions during Q4.” According to the rumour mill, Richard had complained that last year’s costume day “disrupted the quarterly review cycle.” What everyone knew was that someone dressed as Richard, receding hairline and all, and did a bit too good an impression of his catchphrase, “let’s circle back on that.” The office group chat still brings it up. Richard did not find it funny. Richard has a long memory and the emotional range of a parking ticket.
The group chat exploded within minutes. People were furious, people were posting memes, and then Dave from sales said the thing that refused to leave my brain: “Technically, Richard doesn’t wear a costume. He just wears a suit every day.”
Halloween Costume Loophole
That night I stood in front of my wardrobe and had a thought that felt like lightning. The ban was on costumes. Richard’s daily uniform — charcoal suit, white shirt, burgundy tie, navy lanyard, and the “WORLD’S OKAYEST BOSS” mug he carries around like a trophy — none of that is a costume. It’s business attire. If I wore exactly that to work on Halloween, I’d be following the policy to the letter.
Loophole discovered. Operation: Be Richard.
I went full method. I bought a cheap charcoal suit, a burgundy tie, and a navy lanyard from the stationery shop. I printed a staff pass that read “RICHARD — Managing Director” with his actual photo, which I may have screenshotted from the company intranet. (Allegedly.) I made a cardboard mug sleeve that said “WORLD’S OKAYEST BOSS.” I even practised his brisk little march with the shoulders back, like he’s constantly late for something important.
On Halloween morning I arrived at 8:58am, sat at my desk, opened a spreadsheet, and said nothing.
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Frequently Asked Questions
Can my boss ban Halloween costumes at work?
Yes. Employers can ban costumes via dress code. Check your handbook for the Halloween policy.
Is dressing as your boss a fireable offence?
It can be if seen as mockery. Here, the suit counted as business attire, not a costume.
How do you beat an office costume ban?
Follow the policy literally. Wear standard business attire that is not technically a costume.
It took eleven minutes. Sophie from accounts walked past, did a double-take, and screamed. Within five minutes there was a crowd around my desk. People were crying with laughter. Someone filmed me doing Richard’s walk down the corridor while saying “let’s circle back” into my mug. The video had forty views before I’d finished my tea.
Then, at 9:37, the lift doors opened and Richard walked in.
The silence was instant and total. Thirty people, completely frozen. Richard stopped, stared at me, and cycled through about six facial expressions in four seconds. I stood up, walked over with my best Richard march, held out my hand, and said: “Morning, Richard. Shall we circle back on the Q4 synergy roadmap?”
I genuinely thought I was about to be fired on the spot.
He stared at me. His jaw worked. And then — the corner of his mouth twitched. Just once. He turned on his heel, walked into his office, and closed the door. Very slowly.
At 11am, HR summoned me. Classic. The HR manager slid the policy across the desk and asked if I had “worn a costume in direct violation of the updated conduct policy.” I said no. I said I’d worn a suit. A tie. A lanyard. I asked her to point to the line of the policy that banned business attire. She went very quiet, because there isn’t one. She gave me a “verbal warning for conduct unbecoming” — HR-speak for we know exactly what you did and can’t prove a thing.
Here’s the twist I didn’t see coming. The company’s CEO — Richard’s boss, who works from the London office and visits twice a year — saw the video in the group chat. She thought it was brilliant. She’d apparently been trying to loosen Richard up for years. She asked Richard to take a photo with me for the company newsletter under the headline “Spirit of the Season.”
So now there’s a framed photo in the break room of me, dressed as Richard, standing next to Richard, who is smiling the most forced smile a human face has ever produced. Richard hasn’t spoken to me directly since. He emails. Short ones. But my desk won “Best Desk” again this year — awarded, I should add, by the CEO herself.
Was I the villain here? Maybe a little. But you don’t ban the one joyful thing in an office because your ego got bruised two years ago. And honestly? Every time I walk past that photo, I get a little burst of joy. HR can keep their warning. I’d do it again.