This was my default TMI Thursday. I had thought of another one, but several hours and loads of rose wine later and I couldn't remember it. So this one is not so much TMI, as TMP = too much Paula!
I decided to shelf it in the end as I decided it really wasn't that relevant.
So I apologise that it's not that interesting.
But it DID start a petition, which is something I find funny to this day, so let's share anyway!
I'm not someone who goes out of their way to show off certain parts of their anatomy. I don't mind showing my cleavage (in fact, you'd be hard pushed to stop me) but my legs or midriff? Different story. I USED to like to show my midriff (WHEN I WAS EIGHTEEN AND TINY!) but now? Er . . . not so much.
But one day a few years ago, in my old department, I was taken to one side by my manager at the time. Probably embarrassed that he had to do so, he explained to me that he needed to speak to me about my midriff showing.
Trust me, bare midriff is not something I do on purpose. I do not have that sort of tummy. If anything, my top conspired against me(once again) and rolled itself up as I walked. I generally manage to catch these sort of wardrobe gaffs at the first hurdle so I can only imagine I hadn't had a spare hand at the time to remedy the error.
BUT . . . some spiteful person complained about me to upper management so I had to have an informal chat about it.
Personally, apart from the fact that I was mildly irritated about whoever the (still anonymous) complainer was, I was a little amused by the whole situation. Especially since that day, my midriff was most DEFINITELY not showing. I remember what I was wearing that day like it was yesterday. I had on a black skirt, black patterned tights and knee-high boots and a shirt with a lot of buttons undone. I DID have a top underneath - it covered my midriff but was quite patently a CLEAVAGE top.
(The only way anyone would have saw my midriff would have been if they'd stuck their head between my tits.)
My manager was pretty cool so I pointed out the irony that he was having to talk to me about my midriff showing when in fact that day it was my boobs that were out to play. He couldn't help but laugh.
I went back to the office and explained to my colleagues what had happened. They were absolutely outraged on my behalf.
And decided to circulate a petition around the department.
And so the "Save Paula's Midriff" petition began. Everyone in the department signed it.
Apparently my midriff was more popular than I realised.
I believe it ended up in my manager's drawer (after he signed it, of course!).
Anyhoo, the reason it popped into my head was that the other day I was waiting outside one of the office meeting rooms. Wearing a fairly short skirt (with thick black tights! Not bare legs or anything like that!) And a woman who works there walked past me, gave me the once-over and actually GLARED at my short skirt.
I think I MAY have finally worked out who complained about me all those years ago . . .
Has anyone else ever been taken to task over the clothing they wear to work? Or complained about someone else's attire?