So I got pulled into HOUR's office yesterday b/c someone had said they were too distracted by the way I dressed. Apparently, I was bouncing on the yoga ball and had I flipped back or fell over he would've seen my granny panty boyshorts (well that last bit wasn't said like that, but the intention of a crotch flash was implied). No personal vendetta, he totally thinks I'm a good girl, I'm cute or whatever, but apparently the way I was dressed that day (or any other day? Not sure) I was too much of a distraction...enough so that he felt he had to go to HOUR and not to me. And the reason he couldn't come to me was b/c he wouldn't even know what to say or how to even describe what I was wearing to tell me.
Wooow talk about being like blind sided. Nonetheless HOUR wasn't sure how to tell me either b/c they think I am fine, but b/c someone came to them they felt they had to tell me. No consequences or anything, more of bafflement and surprise.
I had been having a stressful work week and I wasn't upset by this, but I still burst out crying, perpetual tears leaking out from my eyes, looking like a total fool. The intention was never to make me cry or punish me or anything, but I still couldn't stop crying.
Ok tears over so...Like what the hell?! I dress fine! Maybe what's more inappropriate or distracting was that I was bouncing on the ball so vigorously. NOT the way I dressed! Humph
Thursday, September 10, 2009
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