Blahh, so to start it off. I am in college and I work at a craft/wedding/halloween/everything store. I cashier, and I am not a huge fan of this job but I cannot find anything else and I need to save for my study abroad in Spain in the next couple years. (I'm definitely trying to find something else)
But yesterday, I wore a v-neck tshirt, with a tank top underneath it. I lost 100 pounds kind of quickly, so I went to Deb and bought like a five of these fitted tshirts in different colors, because they're plain and I can just wear them to work and anywhere without it being obvious that it's the same tshirt I always wear. I can't stand spending money when my body changes as often and as quickly as it does.
Anyways, I was in the break room and I was leaning forward and I had my arm propped under my chest, kind of pushing my boobs up I guess while I talked to my friend and ate salad for lunch.
This manager comes in and goes, "Oh wow, do you have another shirt?" So I straightened up and like rearranged my top kind of confused. And I was like "uh... no I don't.. not here.." And she was like "A company tshirt? Anything?" and I was like no... and she was like "Um yeah, how far do you live from home? Are you working the rest of the day? What register are you on?" And I was like my dad's is a half hour away, yes I am and North... and she goes "Well. Looks like I'll have to find you a new tshirt." I was like, about to cry because I kind of had a feeling it was because my cleavage was showing. Then I asked, "Do only cashiers have to wear uniform tshirts or.. what's going on?" (Which I regret asking but I was still like in denial that she'd address this in the break room in front of my coworkers) And she was like "No you're just showing too much up top." My jaw dropped and I was like oh. I am definitely body conscious as it is. Probably the most self-conscious person in that room, getting my cleavage pointed out. I am a conservative dresser, I'm modest... honestly. Everyone said my shirt was NOT bad. I am one of those girls who gets emotional way too easily. And I get embarrassed way too easily (especially about my body.. probably because I weighed 345 pounds and had to deal with that all my life, idk)
Anyways, I was steaming, but I was like.. maybe I'm being dramatic. So I went back to work and the same manager came up to me and goes, "Nicole lets go in back." And I was like okay.. she handed me a tshirt, and was like "here this is all we have" and I was like it's too small for me.. I pulled my tank top up high can't I just wear this tshirt?" And she was like, "Well no, you'll have to make do." Started crying. UGHH. I cry too easily, how embarrassing. Then I got self-righteous and I was like, "Excuse me I just want you to know that was completely disrespectful, and unprofessional to address my cleavage in a room full of coworkers and you should be ashamed." And she looked like I slapped her in the face, and she goes, "Ohh... I wouldn't have said anything.. but a customer REAMED me because your cleavage was showing as you checked her out. I walked by and your cleavage was showing, definitely. (Keep in mind I hadn't seen her once the entire day, and she asked me what registers I was at, plus I had already been on break for 20 minutes and she looked surprised to see me when she walked in). I don't buy that, I don't buy that the customer complained, but I don't know actually. Whatever. That's beside the issue, she should have pulled me in a back room, said something to me. I was crying, and telling her what I thought of her embarrassing me in front of people. Told her that I'm limited in clothing, and I'm sorry and was sobbing like an idiot. I may also be starting my period in the next few days, I don't know.
I called my mom, because I call my mom when I cry (because I'm still 12 at heart I guess, not 19), how embarrassing. My mom was livid. She keeps saying, "tell her boss. Tell someone. I cannot believe she would do that."
I can't decide if my mom is just being a "momma bear" and protecting me, or if I should be really upset, or if I was dramatic.
She did end up apologizing excessively while I was crying, and then sucking up to me the rest of the day by like coming over and trying to talk to me about her life, her kids, what movies were out. I was basically just nice to her, because I don't know how to be mean lol (wouldn't really want to be mean, anyways)
But yeah, what do you think? Sorry this is so long.
Oh, and she still made me wear the shirt that was too small for me. Lol, that looked awful, but at least my cleavage wasn't showing.. blah.