I heard down the grape vine that the dress I wore today, that I’ve worn to work several times, caused whispers and ire among the bitches.
This dress… it’s knee length, black, and shows no cleavage whatsoever.It is sleeveless, but I wore a cardigan. Eventually, I had to take the cardigan off because I got hot, but it is still very tasteful. Paired with sensible black flats.
I got a compliment on how I looked in the dress, and was told I looked like I’d lost some weight. Yes!
That’s the whole reason why I’m doing keto.
I’d walked out to go on break. Later, I’d found out that the two office bitches were making with snide remarks.
You know what this means, right!
Knee length dresses ALL WEEK!
And, I might put on makeup! Eyeliner!
Oh, how scandalous!
The sight of my lily white calves with my shoulders!
But, in all honesty, this is the stupidest fucking thing ever.
Also, that they are trying to “track my caseload.”
This happened on Friday after my near death experience. The magical thing is that I work out of a queue. When I finish a case, it leaves said queue.
So, when there’s nothing in the queue, it means I already did them all.
And when I finish with that caseload, I have a whole other caseload in addition to inventory tracking and filling orders for educational materials.
This makes me wonder if they actually have enough work to do, if they have enough time to fully investigate what I’m doing.
The whole time writing this, I had that song from Easy A, the one where Olive debuts her new look, in my head.
Now I have to watch it again.