today has got to be the most =0 day of my life at work.

3 weeks into my work I'm starting to feel more familiar with what I'm supposed to do. Its so much comforting to not have to ask mdm woo every query I get from the phone calls. Initially whenever I get a question from a caller I'd ask her to wait a moment while I ask mdm woo "what is blahblahblah?"
Then I answer the caller her question.
When the caller asks another question I go "mdm woo, what is blahblahblah?"
Then I answer the caller her question.
If she asks another question then.....repeat steps above again.

But now its so much better!
I know the other staff's faces and I'm more fluid with my answers.
If I cannot answer then I patronize the callers talk cock until they put down the phone.

Anyway since I've become more familiar I've started dressing more casually.
I shocked myself by wearing a cap to work one day.
See, I work in a school.
How appropriate for a general office auntie to wear a cap.!
By the time I walked into school and felt that, hmm, maybe this is a tad too casual, but my hair was already flattened so, no way I was going to not wear the cap.
So I got a warning, a friendly one, from Mdm Woo.

Yeah lor.

After that I was more careful as to what I wore.
I thought that my clothing didn't matter much, because I wear a jacket the whole 10 hours I'm there I can never be too exposed.
And the office people don't expect me to don the corporate look.
No need to think too much about my wardrobe choices.

Today I wore a shirt with the neckline high and the slit is across the shoulders.
Even if I bent low and squeezed my shoulders together, there's no way my cleavage can be seen.
[haha ya I have that, cleavage, a bit.]
And the little bit of shoulders is just as bad as seeing a bit of calf ok.
Calves leh. Or the back of our hands. Its not that bad.

The jacket will cover everything la don't worry.

The boys were playing street soccer after school at the parade square with another funny teacher.
How to not play?
After playing a while it got so hot and I got carried away I took off my jacket.
In the middle of the game I was shouting, as usual in the unglam way, for those boys to stop hogging the ball.
At this point Mr Smart Aleck, who had fallen twice at my feet while attempting to tackle me, told me, "They won't pass the ball."

I thought, Yah lor, boys always like to show off and play solo, making their team lose. Even when their teammates are in the open and unmarked.....

In the middle of my thought, watching that solo boy try to maneuver hopelessly from 3 boys blocking his way and refusing to pass, Mr Smart Aleck turned to me and said :
"Because you are sexy."

With a straight face.
With a serious-as-hell, I'm-talking-business face.

"Teachers are not supposed to wear so low."
With that, Mr Smart Alec walked away.

*Thud*

Excuse me, that was the sound of my jaw, my hands and boobs dropping onto the floor from shock and a little embarrassment.

That coming from a ten year old was too much to take.

I'd like to think that I've not crossed the line by making little boys think crooked with their soft, clean grey matter.
However, being someone who's receptive and open to suggestions I might just be more careful with what I wear next time.

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