Boob Time

The other day I climbed in my jeep with two small people and THE MAN and we took a road trip. It was business for us grown ups, not pleasure. Small people were heading for fun with their old babysitters.

THE MAN had a presentation to make where we used to live for work and I wanted some face time with my coworkers.

Keep in mind I said face time and not boob time.

After five hours in the car and another hour heading further south to the office in PA, I was there!

Now, I typically have good visits. The home office pace of a dog laying on your feet, English muffins in the toaster whenever you want and not having to share a coffee pot is always good. It is however much different than in a real office where there are people barging in the door and conversations about the weekend are rampant on Mondays. Not to mention hunting season where the men get cases of Buck Fever and nothing gets done.

I do not have that extra distraction so sometimes it seems like it's taking FOREVER to get something I need which makes me grouchy. So it's always good to step back into the real office environment to get that concept back in my brain.

Upon arriving, I set up my laptop and went looking for people on my team. I rounded the corner and there was the office manager who I have worked with for going on three years and convinced our boss to hire him.

He looked me up and down and said:  Nice tan. You need to put some tape on that (pointing to my chest).....you have no idea what my wife's pregnancy is doing to me. 

Keep in mind I am perfectly aware my cha chas are large. In fact, I have spent the better part of three years trying to exercise them down until I realized recently that I should stop trying to reduce and just be happy with what I have. Love the Skin You are In.

Secondly, I have said my fair share of completely inappropriate things in my time working. I have not however ever commented on any one's anatomy since that is the first rule of sexual discrimination not to mention really rude.

Thirdly, the shirt I was wearing was completely appropriate for work. In fact it's one my daughter borrows from time to time. No boobage was showing.

I rolled with the comment at the time, shaking my head and saying, what is wrong with you, never seen boobs before? Should have kicked him in the nuts for making me feel weird.

Several days later I happened to look in the mirror and thought yes, they are big. Wish they were smaller and  felt revolted looking at myself. Big screeching hault in my brain ensued at that point. I realized that it wasn't my issue and I was just fine the way I was. Self sabotage gets us no where in life.

And there you have it. A small moment in my life I will likely remember forever. And a small precious life lesson. Thanks for letting me write it out. I do actually feel a lot better.

Linking up with Story Telling Sunday over at at High in the Sky.