When It Rains, It Fucking Pours

today i get called in by my HR director. usually when you get called in by someone from HR that shit means you did something wrong. but when you get called in by the HR director, you done fucked up kid!

so she calls me in and says, "i just want to talk you about something real quick". and in my head, i'm like, "oh shit, what'd i do now?". then she gets up and closes her door. then i'm thinking, "oh hell this shit is serious." then she tells me this:

"it has come to my attention that your choice of attire has not been acceptable as of late. last week i received comments from 'outside' sources saying that some of your wardrobe choices have been quite offensive. and i'm going to have to agree. some of the tops you wear, are pretty low cut and revealing. and i know i've talked to you about this before, but you have toned it down a little. so the next time i receive a complaint or i deem that your wardrobe is inappropriate, i will have to take discplinary measurements."

all i did was sit there, nod my head and said, "ok".

what's even funnier is that the day she calls me in to talk about my "inappropriate" wardrobe, i'm wearing the most conservative outfit i own, almost a turtleneck and shit. what i wanna know is, who the hell is this "outside source" hating on the fucking princess? and another thing, if my boss, THE EXECUTIVE VICE PRESIDENT, ain't on my ass about it, why is this bitch on my dick?

i'm just sayin'...