Ah... put's me in mind of an episode now some 20 years ago...
Controller shows up for work in tattered tshirt, filthy running shorts, and shower sandals. Claims, "it doesn't impact the quality of my work, so what does it matter?" Boss sends him home to change.
Controller returns an hour later dressed in a tux. Not standard formal wear, mind you... Rather, a dark blue tux with stripes. Nope, not pin-stripes. Chalk-stripes, nearly an inch wide. Under it, he's wearing a white shirt with a HUGE ruffle in the front and ruff'd sleaves as well. God knows where he got it.
Controller plugs in on a position and dons the headset. Then he puts a pair of large, Koss headphones on OVER the headset and fires-up his tunes. I tap him on the shoulder... "Take them f...ing things off!" Boss taps him on the shoulder... "Take those headphones off, unplug, go home and change, and then meet me in my office."
Controller departs but does not return. Two hours and three telephone attempts to contact him later, the boss dispatches the Supe to go to controller's house to check on him.
Supe finds unspeakable things going on (details will cost you a few beers and I'd suggest you bring a copy of your DSM along...), backs out of the house, calls police, and finally returns to the facility to report. No jail time results, but Regional Flight Surgeon pulls the young man's medical, orders a psych eval and "invites" controller to find another line of work. Gone.
The moral of this story? Something having to do with choice of attire being an indicator of mental (in)stability? Nah. There IS no moral to this story. It just makes me feel better to tell it from time to time.
Dave