The Working Girl Blog #19: A minor wardrobe emergency, or No, I don't want aspirin, I need pantyhose! To see all of Bobbie's "Working Girl" blogs, click on this link: http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/book/19261/working-girl-blogs

Customers come in to the office all the time. Even in an IT organization, it's not unheard of for a customer to visit.

No big deal, really, except that, being on the other side of the managerial fence now, I'm required to schmooze with the client just like the other managers - something I was never asked to do at my old company. Still, I guess I can manage.

Today, I found out that a client was coming, except I only found out when I got in, and I was in office casual... Good thing I had a suit hanging in my office, and that I came in early (like 8:00am), so I caught the boss before her meetings, or I might not have been told.

The client was supposed to arrive before lunch, so I decided to change into the suit right away. It was a new outfit, with the tags still on it, but when I opened the wardrobe bag, I found out I forgot to include the blouse and the slacks I had that matched it, and all that was in the bag was the little mini that came with it when I bought it, and one of my pumps.

I called Sammi and she giggled, saying she didn't see anything was wrong with it. I just gave her a look. She told me to sit tight and that she'll be back.

In less than thirty minutes, she was back from the drugstore and handed me a cheap lavender crewneck tee (xs) and L'eggs microfiber tights. Prior to RLT, I never really noticed that they had pantyhose and tights in drugstores. I don't really wear pantyhose much (nor short skirts for that matter until I started working here), but on the occasions when I had to, I was glad that there was a CVS near my place. Anyway, I asked her if she also bought some aspirin too, coz I can feel a headache coming on. She giggled. Apparently, she thought I was joking.

She shooed me back into the ladies, and I changed into the suit. The tee-shirt was ok, but tights were B's. I had to make do, and pulled them up a bit more. As least the skirt would hide the bunched up waistband of the tights, and it was dark (no VPL). Thank goodness for Sammi. I wouldn't have been able to wear the skirt out of sheer embarassment, but even with the tights, I couldn't stop blushing.

Anyway, the client arrived, and my boss and us seven project managers met with him and made some smalltalk. The manager in charge then went over the progress on the client's project, and the client asked some questions and that was that. I was nervous the whole time. Thank goodness we had a regular non-see-through conference table. Afterwards, our boss and the project manager toured him around our little operation. My boss made me go with them, though. When we got to my little operation, I introduced him to some of my guys and told him about my project (except, of course, for the client name and the confidential details).

Eventually, the client thanked us, shook the project manager's hand, my boss's hand and mine, and left. We broke up and went back to work. Our boss said good work to all of us, and made a point of shaking the project manager in-charge's hand and mine. Eh?

Didn't change outfits for the rest of the day (I didn't feel right putting back the clothes I had on before), and just put my backpack in front of my legs under the table and minimized the number of times I got up and left my room. I even had lunch at my desk.

I'm goin home. Boy, could I use some aspirin.

   

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