The story of how I will never wear this dress to work again
Now that the weather is summery, I’ve taken to wearing dresses to work. I’m limited to two dresses that are work appropriate, and having recently gained weight, one of them has been taken out of the running. I wore the remaining dress to work today. It’s a v-neck but i wore a camisole underneath to shield my chest from the ogling eyes of overage men who work in my office.
Today, an older, overweight, sweaty man came bustling in and plopped his pile of papers directly onto my desk. He was clearly overheated and disheveled. And gross. I feel I need to make a point of the fact that he physically repulsed me. Being the polite receptionist that I am, I asked who he was meeting. When he told me, I reached for the phone to contact said person so that this disheveled, sweaty disaster of a human being could be removed from my line of vision as quickly as possible. Before I even had the opportunity to punch in the four digit extension, I heard him say (almost under his breath, yet loud enough that I could hear quite clearly):
“That dress fits you like a glove”
Which I accurately interpreted as:
“Nice boobs”
I remained completely dumbfounded while I informed my co-worker that this disgusting pig of a sweaty old man was here to meet with him. Then this vile creature proceeded to start unloading his papers across the width of my desk! To remain standing directly in my eyesight! I politely informed him he was welcome to take a seat “over there” which, thankfully, accurately translated into:
“Get the fuck away from me before this ‘awesome’ dress and I kill you”
Since this incident, I have searched feverishly for turtleneck sweatshirt overalls dresses.
And how to acquire MASE without a license.
