So, I'm all busting a move in my cube just now....bobbing my head and boogying down in my office chair. Just generally having a helluva good time all by my bad self with my code and my new play list and then it happened. My general manager came to ask for my signature on something and I was all busting out Mango Style! AND, I have a tank top on today b/c it's beyond warm in my freaking office and there were tattoos and cleavage and everything. DOH! Tank tops are explicitly listed on the dress code as 'unacceptable' I had a cutie little shirt over it when I came in today, but I thought...what's the harm if I take it off while I'm sitting at my desk?
He just smiled and laughed, turned and walked out. I instantly became red and as you all know, an embarrassed Mango is a very very red Mango. I don't hide that very well unfortunately, with the translucent skin and all. Great. He either laughed b/c I was doing the cube boogey or b/c he enjoyed the view...I'm not sure, either way...a smile is way better than a smirk. He's got a great sense of humor, but still...he will now think of me as the freak that sits in her cube and dances by herself. That'll teach me to have fun at work. Good think he didn't notice the open toed sandals and poor ergonomic placement of my keyboard.
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