I recently started my new job and let me tell you, it is fantastic. I have only been there a week but I really love it.
When starting a new job, one likes to make good first impressions... which I have done. The impression that one does not want to give off is that of a lazy loaf or someone who can't remember to do things. Well, I went to work this morning and met a co-worker at the court house. No, I am not in trouble. Even before I could really go into the main part of the building I needed to go through security. This is very similar to airport security only I did not have to remove my shoes or take off my belt (not that I was wearing one). So I took my bag and my long jean jacket coat and put it in the plastic bin. I walked through the metal detector, and of course it beeped but the guard just told me to go through. I thought this was odd. I grabbed my bag put on my jacket and proceeded to the courtroom. We got back to the office around 1145am which gave me enough time to get a few things done before lunch. After lunch I went back to my office where I discovered, I forgot to put on my bra. Seriously... I forgot. I am really not sure how that happened but it did. I wanted to call someone and tell them but didn't know who to phone. I wanted to tell someone in the office, mainly because I thought it was the funniest thing EVER but I refrained for fear of looking like a complete moron. I am sure you are wondering how I went through the day without anyone saying anything or even myself noticing. It was a good day to wear a short skirt and a LOOOOONG jacket (don't worry, other clothes were in place). I never took the jacket off all day except when I went through Security (which explains him telling me to go on through... he could probably tell I wasn't wearing a bra)!!! Without my jacket on it was somewhat noticeable that I was not wearing a bra (I checked in the bathroom later). If I were fifty then it would have been a very noticeable problem down around my waist. After I realized that I am moron I walked around with my arms crossed so nobody could really tell or wonder. Moral of the story, breast examinations are good to do!
