Back at my desk after lunch, the switchboard is flashing like mad, and I see that Margo’s and Jake’s lines are busy. Nina also has a few calls on hold, so I buzz her to tell her to put one through to me too. I sit down to deal with the first call and catch sight of Margo waving through to me, smiling widely. She points at her head, then mine, indicating my hair, and gives me a thumbs up which makes me grimace. I don’t think I’ve worn it any other way than up during my five years working here. I feel like I’m not dressed properly, and it...