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Well, I had a crap day at the office. The minute I got started on something, something else would happen to pull me away: the telephone, a coworker, etc. I'm amazed I got anything done today.
Still, as mad as my day has been, it wasn't as bad as Coworker Yolanda's. She got called into the boss's office re her wardrobe. Namely, the fact that she's showing too much cleavage.
Yeah.
I know.
I'm sitting here, scratching my head and wondering who would complain about something like that. Sure, her dresses tend to be a little low, but she's wearing a bra and it's not like the girls are popping out or anything. Apparently, some people have complained.
I think I must be working with closeted Victorians or something. What next? Pantaloons on the legs of the break room tables?
Sometimes this place just feels...unreal.
More later. - MEL
Still, as mad as my day has been, it wasn't as bad as Coworker Yolanda's. She got called into the boss's office re her wardrobe. Namely, the fact that she's showing too much cleavage.
Yeah.
I know.
I'm sitting here, scratching my head and wondering who would complain about something like that. Sure, her dresses tend to be a little low, but she's wearing a bra and it's not like the girls are popping out or anything. Apparently, some people have complained.
I think I must be working with closeted Victorians or something. What next? Pantaloons on the legs of the break room tables?
Sometimes this place just feels...unreal.
More later. - MEL
