How much breast baring is allowable in a banking institution? This question came up upon our last “Temp” placement here at the bank. A particularly great, and modest, administrative assistant had to leave us for a few months due to her wanting to add to her yet small family. She delivered a daughter and now it seems she has to stay home for a while to bond with the kid, breast-feed her, change her soiled diapers and do other similar fun stuff. So knowing our great assistant was to be gone for a few months and also knowing that the current workload is only going to increase during the coming third quarter, a temp was arranged for thru HR.
Temps come in all shapes and sizes and as that in no way dictates the outcome of the hiring process we didn’t know what we were gonna get until we got it. Our new Temp came in the form of a tall, attractive, very buxom black lady. While I personally have no trouble with breasts at all, I still have both of mine, the others on the executive floor did in fact have issues. And plenty of them. Most were your standard issues men seem to always have when it comes to breastses. They were distracted, extremely distracted and then later even offended.
Please.
Not only did both breasts cause a bit of commotion, but they quickly became a topic of daily conversation among the older executives on the floor as well. I lost count of the times Napoleon came into my office, closed the door and asked me whether I thought that much breast overflow was really necessary. What do I know, I thought- I keep mine covered for this very reason- I don’t need you fools looking at me that way. Ewww does not begin to cover the feeling that creates, if I want you to look at me that way I’ll let you know.
“She’s been married 10 years. Don’tcha think after all that time you should stop..…. advertising?” Said Napoleon while excitedly motioning with his hands towards his lack of exposed breasts.
“I don’t know but you asked me that yesterday too,” I said.
“Maybe we should change the business, we have enough product for other ventures,” he said.
While her choice of clothing was not “Banking Institution” approved it’s not my place nor concern really how much fabric she chooses to place upon her breasts. I really don’t care and I really didn’t want to discuss the issue either, but as it is her desk is immediately in front of my office and every time she happened to be missing her jacket and Napoleon walked by I had to endure yet another long-winded commentary on the number of years since her nuptials, the number of children born and their correlation to acceptable amount of breast coverage. This went on for almost two weeks, two of those days I happened to be on the road thankfully and today I come to work to start the third week of that only to find that buxom lady has been replaced. I don’t know if the breast exposure level reached stage enough to warrant her replacement but I won’t be finding out anytime soon. I’ll keep mine covered while at the office and do what I want with them on my own time outside of here.
Buxom lady was replaced by an older, not-attractive, suit-and-pearl-wearing lady. I guess coverage does pay off in the banking industry. All these years I’ve been thinking that all I had to do to get a decent payraise around here was grow a penis and don a yarmulke, but alas perhaps all I have to concentrate on now is high-necked blouses and bulky, breast-hiding sweaters.
Temps come in all shapes and sizes and as that in no way dictates the outcome of the hiring process we didn’t know what we were gonna get until we got it. Our new Temp came in the form of a tall, attractive, very buxom black lady. While I personally have no trouble with breasts at all, I still have both of mine, the others on the executive floor did in fact have issues. And plenty of them. Most were your standard issues men seem to always have when it comes to breastses. They were distracted, extremely distracted and then later even offended.
Please.
Not only did both breasts cause a bit of commotion, but they quickly became a topic of daily conversation among the older executives on the floor as well. I lost count of the times Napoleon came into my office, closed the door and asked me whether I thought that much breast overflow was really necessary. What do I know, I thought- I keep mine covered for this very reason- I don’t need you fools looking at me that way. Ewww does not begin to cover the feeling that creates, if I want you to look at me that way I’ll let you know.
“She’s been married 10 years. Don’tcha think after all that time you should stop..…. advertising?” Said Napoleon while excitedly motioning with his hands towards his lack of exposed breasts.
“I don’t know but you asked me that yesterday too,” I said.
“Maybe we should change the business, we have enough product for other ventures,” he said.
While her choice of clothing was not “Banking Institution” approved it’s not my place nor concern really how much fabric she chooses to place upon her breasts. I really don’t care and I really didn’t want to discuss the issue either, but as it is her desk is immediately in front of my office and every time she happened to be missing her jacket and Napoleon walked by I had to endure yet another long-winded commentary on the number of years since her nuptials, the number of children born and their correlation to acceptable amount of breast coverage. This went on for almost two weeks, two of those days I happened to be on the road thankfully and today I come to work to start the third week of that only to find that buxom lady has been replaced. I don’t know if the breast exposure level reached stage enough to warrant her replacement but I won’t be finding out anytime soon. I’ll keep mine covered while at the office and do what I want with them on my own time outside of here.
Buxom lady was replaced by an older, not-attractive, suit-and-pearl-wearing lady. I guess coverage does pay off in the banking industry. All these years I’ve been thinking that all I had to do to get a decent payraise around here was grow a penis and don a yarmulke, but alas perhaps all I have to concentrate on now is high-necked blouses and bulky, breast-hiding sweaters.
In all fairness, buxom lady did try. Although the first couple of days she did have on spaghetti strap, low-cut shirts and she insisted on removing her jacket upon arrival, she did wear a tucked-in, button-down shirt with a tie the last time I saw her here. She tried, but it looks like she was a day late and several inches of breast-hiding fabric too short.
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