Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Cons of the Job #3
That one guy (who sits far away, thank goodness) that kept sneaking peeks at the girls upon introduction, even though I wore a black turtleneck sweater. Men. It would have been lovely if I could have just pulled out a stick-on nametag and a sharpie and wrote "Yes, they are real" and "My face is up here" and just stuck them on my chest. I mean, c'mon dude, even the boss noticed. Snap out of it.
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Oh come on now, how many times do I have to apologize for that?
Next time iron them down.
I actually think I might be more offended if people didn't notice my fine boobs.
Cant help it. We're Pro-Boob.
As a boobless wonder I have to say I cannot relate first hand. I have, however wanted to bitch slap countless male co-workers for this behavior.
I'm safe now. I work with one man and he thinks I'm the "bee's knees".
Never mind that he can't remember it from day to day... makes me happy to know he keeps thinking it!
*snort*
Beer.
Beer is god... doh! good, I meant 'good'.
Boobs are the true gateway to the soul.
If girls' boobs were on their head instead of their chest, would you all insist that men look at your chest while talking to you?
Besides that, that turtle neck (or any other fine-ass tight-fitting sweater) wouldn't fit nearly as well.
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