HR Nightmare

I was reprimanded for being out of dresscode this week. "What were you wearing?" you may wonder. Well, I was wearing these very cute white cropped pants, a v-neck mint green sweater & slingbacks with a small heel. I sort of resembled a chic leprechaun. The issue with my clothes? "It's gotta be the v-neck," you're thinking, "Her t*ts were totally hanging out." Wrong. It was the pants. I was pulled into someone's office and told that my pants weren't effing long enough. Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeee. My boss's reaction when I told him: "What? Those pants? You're kidding, right?" Sigh. I give up.

The talking to came from the same woman who when I met her, I was making small talk and asked if she was married. She said no. My next question? "Do you have any kids?" She looked at me like I had three heads and answered, "No. I just told you I wasn't married." Oh. ok. right. At this rate, between my slutty outfits and my suggestions of pre-marital sex, I am on the fast-track straight to the principal's office.