Send THIS to HR ... assholes

So I came in to work today in GREY pants; fucking DARK GREY (gray?) pants and started to check the DPOP online to see what I was doing for the evening. A Co-worker sees me, starts being a dick, and says "where're your black pants" ... to which our Volunteer coordinator turns around and says"where ARE your black pants" .. the following conversation ensued

Me: Grey is a shade of black
Powerless Asshat: no, no it's not
Me: my pants are fine
Powerless Asshat: do you have any black pants with you?
Me: yeah, if you want me to waste 2 hours driving home to get them
Powerless Asshat: Well, [our CEO] DID just send out an email about look. I bet we have some black pants in adventure.
Me: My pants are FINE!

So my thinking here is that it's a SPECIAL event. A.) My pants are from the GAP and they look nicer than half the shit Powerless Asshat lets his volunteers get away with. B.) I STILL hold the belief that about 80% of guests don't give a shit what you look like as long as you help their child and have something on you that proves you work at our museum.

So then Powerless Asshat TRIES to pull rank and forces another Co-Worker to escort me down to Adventure to check for pants. We walk to the atrium and decide that I am taking this to higher powers. So I try to vent to our Team Leader for shows, and god love her... she tried to help, but her mode of conflict resolution is a hug and a puppy. So I leave to find someone higher than that, and our "Master Educator" (still not sure what level of kiss-assery merits that title, but whatever) meets me in the door. I explain my standing to him in the following points:
#1 -- I wasn't trying to circumvent the dress code for once. I honest to god thought my pants counted as black.
#2 -- I was simply trying to look nice for a special event.

Of course, this falls on deaf ears and MASTER Educator reminds me that our CEO DID send out an email cracking down on the look and that he will "HAVE TO" take my shift for the evening because I will be sent home -- without pay.

So, I decided that the wonton misplaced priorities coupled with a yearly review in which all suggestions I made fell on deaf ears meant that 9 months I would have had to wait to move up at the institution weren't worth it for a net pay (after driving 80 miles a day) of little to nothing

I think my exit was epic though, as I started to take off my shirt on my way down the stairs, broke my name tag and left THAT, an AH key, a broken swipe card, and a sweaty Look shirt on my immediate supervisor's desk. All while the FTRA was occupied by about 8-10 Part Timers. How's THAT for corrupting influence?!