Excerpt
The Workplace
"I was praying this morning that you would'nt be wearing that skirt. And
here you are," sputtered Claire, a woman with a shape that women's
magazines refer to euphemistically as "pear," and my boss.
Now, I hate Monday mornings in general, but on this particular Monday, I had
entirely forgotten about my job review. I was a receptionist at Corp Train, a
management training firm that was as lame as it sounded.
I was silently horrified. Anyone can criticize my typing speed but never, never
my style. Especially not Claire, who's idea of fashion was Annie Hall meets
Laura Ingalls. And to add insult to fashion injury, I was being critiqued by a
person whose teeth were loaded with poppy seeds.
"We really believe in bringing people along here at Corp Train. We really
do," she continued, taking my silence as acknowledgement of
sexy-skirt-guilt.
I had woken up feeling pretty good. Hair not too terrible. I wore my slightly
see-through, long black skirt because it looked fabulous. As always, I wore it
with completely opaque tights, so it was entirely respectable. Biking to work,
I'd been t ... read full excerpt from: The Fabulous Girl's Guide to Decorum ebook
