I do not often go into the office, preferring to work from home, but I was tickled to make that choice this day. If not, I would have missed a rare chance to be thoroughly amused and we all need more of that, don't we?
Do I speak for myself? The reaction of the staff told me no.
The morning began like a step on the street of humanity, not unlike any other. Lynda arrived at work, fifteen minutes early as usual, plodding through the ritualistic tasks that start her day. The computer hummed at the push of a button. The drawer she used to store her purse was like a cherished pet purring at her touch.
The lights went on with a flick and her jacket slipped off her shoulders to be hung on the paper clip hook behind her. Stepping toward the refrigerator, she stored her lunch, poured a rich cup of java and returned to her desk. The stares and squints coming her way from fellow employees escaped her notice and she absently greeted each one.
Karla, however, vied strongly for her time and attention. Dutifully, she turned to acknowledge her need and answer her question but the uneasy facial distortions she saw on her assistant's face distracted her. Lynda dropped her gaze, following Karla's eyes to her attire. It was at this point that several others and I sensed some unknown urgency summoning us to Lynda's office.
Lynda was stunned, as if someone just dropped a piece of cold ice down her back. Her shoulders rose and her muscles tensed. Her usually pasty white face with too much makeup flushed nearly the color of her violet blouse.
For an infinitesimal moment, she debated melting to the floor, bolting, or hiding behind the guise of humor. She chose the later. Her head rose to meet our incredulous stares.
“I guess this is what they call job stress huh?” She mocked.
Deafening laughter echoed throughout the building and employees from all departments came to join in. Lynda had preciously come to work with a blouse, pantyhose, shoes and a very revealing slip slit to her backside. No skirt. That, she informed us still hung neatly at home on a hanger in her bathroom.
