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Thursday, May 15, 2008
Can You Say Annoying?
Since I've been so busy with finals week and wonky hours at work, I haven't really had much to blog about, except finals (boring) and work (uneventful). Well, uneventful except for today. When I was hired on as a part-time worker at my current place of employ, it was understood that I was a student, and there was no dress code stipulated. As a result, my fellow student co-worker and I dress like what we are - college students. Jeans, t-shirts, and flip-flops? No problem. As long as we wear our tags stating that we actually work there. My co-worker has already been "talked to" however, by our department head for wearing a dress. First of all, let me point out that the department head IS NOT our head boss. If what we wear is really a problem, our head boss would be the one calling us on it. Second, allow me to mention that the only "immodest" part of this dress was the fact that it had little straps, and not sleeves, however my co-worker wore a little jacket over it, so it was not possible to really tell.
Today, I was "talked to" as well. I wore what I always wear: jeans and a t-shirt, and a comfortable pair of cute slip-on sneakers by Sketchers. Allow me to explain my problem: I am petite, and very slim, yet my legs and torso are long for my frame. As a result, it is hard for me to find jeans that fit around my waist (or hips, as the case is) and are still long enough. Shirts are impossible: I wear an extra small, which fits me except that I have a bust size, which I'm guessing designers don't realize some small women have, so my shirts are usually a little on the short side. However, if I buy a regular small, the shirts are baggy and ill-fitting and I look like I'm wearing a potato sack. So, my issue (which I didn't realize WAS an issue until today): you can see a small strip of bare skin right at the top of my hips, right above where my pants rest and just below my shirt's hem. The director of my department told me that I "need to cover up." I assessed the damage and realized that I wasn't revealing much at all. Even my behind was covered.
Not only was I mortified that she felt the need to point that out, but I was really irritated. So what did I do? I went into the main office, and asked another co-worker for two pieces of packing tape. Then I tugged and taped my t-shirt down. My co-worker thought my department head was "weird", which just goes to show that I wasn't revealing excessive amounts of skin, and I just muttered to myself because I was darn pissed. Grrr.
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What? Packing tape? I wonder what that looked like. Tell her your problem and then tell her to shove off. I wonder why they are just saying something now... you've been there for quite some time.
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