Business Casual

In the office our attired is business casual, but on Fridays and during the entire summer, we get to go completely casual.

Most of us during the year bend the rules of business casual anyways; I often “forget” to take my sneakers off when I get to work and put on my heels.

Olivia (see Merry Christmas and a Happy Blue Year blog post) has ostracized herself socially from our social co-workers because every time someone asks her a work related question, she ignores it and asks us about our relationship status. She has issues with not being on the marriage-track at the age of 23. And she probably won't be with her blind dates that I've heard all about from her like the guy who dresses up as the Boston Baked Bean for a living.

My friend Tracy, the brain of the company with the librarian eyeglasses to boot, is in Olivia’s cubicle, explaining yet again how to use one of our databases.

Olivia, wearing a skirt not near knee-length and a v-cut tank top with no cardigan like most of the rest of us don, lets out “I still don’t get it.” And as she says this, her left breast flings out of her shirt. She scoops it back in with ease and continues on without mention of the incident, “can you show me that again?”

Later in the day Olivia was called down to HR (not sure if it was Tracy or perhaps the misogynist, tattle-tail Tiny Tape, see blog post called Tiny Tape, who put in a complaint), and when she returned she was wearing someone else’s cardigan.