I Scandalize my Co-Workers

As mentioned, the Sheik is in town and so I got semi-gussied up for work because I'm not going home before we all go out. And so I thought today would be as good a day as any to try out the new bra. I'm a little self-conscious about it and am, I thought, making a much bigger deal out of it than necessary, basically because I fear change. But, I thought, if I could arrange to just touch base with an objective outside observer who could take me home to change underwear if he thought I looked ridiculous instead of hot, it'd be fine. It seemed like a fine plan and I had convinced myself that I was making a mountain out of a mole hill, until my coworker just now pulled me aside to inform me that my tits looked "shocking." Needless to say, my office door is now shut. [4:25--Edited to add that my objective outside observer is all "I have a job. I have to work. I'm not at the bar like normal people." so I'm just going to have to brave it alone. Still, it doesn't bode well that I can't talk a healthy heterosexual man into staring at my tits.]