coming from a school where the entrance is flanked by a naked man whose privates are covered by a way too tiny leaf, dress codes weren't really my thing. i mean, come on, the fact that i wore pants to my classes was already a big deal in college -- i was one of the few dormers who actually dressed up to go to classes.
i had a seatmate who didn't even take a bath for 8:30 a.m. classes. promise.
so working for this university for the last five years of my life has been a bit of a problem.
but i've been coping.
or so i thought.
yesterday i got called for another violation. a dress code violation.
i made a mental review of what i've been wearing the last couple of weeks. none of them were even close to violations. i've been good.
apparently not. the dress i wore to a wedding a week and a half ago was the culprit. forget the fact that it was on a sunday, outside of office time, and that the dress was quite appropriate for the occasion.
my cleavage showed, and it was enough to send one angry mama to my boss with accusations about my lack of modesty.
and then some. i was told that it was not enough that i dress appropriately for work, i should follow the dress code wherever i go.
so forget a two-piece on the beach.
forget wearing frilly underwear even.
or that way too cute spaghetti-strap top i got last weekend.
we've got the mutawa right here in our midst.
on a lighter note, yesterday was the birthday of one my most favorite people in ortigas.
happy birthday nic!
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