Wardrobe Malfunction

I've been told that my luck would run out, but now is not the time!

Not when I'm stuck in my boss's office in nothing but my underwear, which happens to be lacy lingerie because I forgot to do my laundry. Long story short, I managed to rip my dress because it got caught in the paper shredder, and now I am in this predicament.

My boss went out for a quick meeting; meanwhile, I was supposed to shred some confidential information because it's past the on-file date. Unfortunately, the only shredder I have access to is the one in his office. The other departments are super stingy about letting outsiders use their equipment, budgeting problems. Of course, this shredder is ancient, and eats anything that comes within its range. It started with the sleeve and then it kind of choked on the rest. Technically, the skirt part of the dress is still hanging out of the shredder, but the rest is history… as is the shredder. I hope our accounting department can find the funds to have that replaced.

Ugh, now is not the time for a tangent!

I looked in the closet in case he had spare clothes or something. Boss man only has an extra blazer and a tie. I considered putting on the blazer, but it's not all that long. Sometimes I wish I were like those petite girls who could just wear the blazer as a fashionable dress; instead, I have a tall and wide stature. Normally, I would not be freaking out instead of coming up with a solution, but there's been a bunch of internal office scandals, and I do not want to be part of the gossip. It would be terrible, not only because my dignity and reputation would be shredded, but also because I recently submitted an application for a promotion within the department. My motive would inevitably be questioned. And good-natured as my boss is, he's very strict on the office ethics and proper behavior and attire.

I pace nervously, panicking. I tried calling my friend who happens to be my supervisor's secretary, but she was also at the meeting. Duh! I felt so stupid not realizing that she needs to take minutes when our boss is at a meeting, I mean, that's her job. Anyway, I don't have any friendly co-workers, and as I said, I don't want to be in the rumor mill. So I just decided to give up on outside help and try to tackle this one on my own. I look at the poor skirt hanging out of the mouth of the shredder. Maybe I can pull off paper-clipping or stapling tight, and wearing the extra blazer. It wouldn't look too suspicious.

I dive straight for the desk to look for paper clips, stapler and scissors. All I find is tape and scissors. At least I have scissors. I go back to the shredder and salvage what is left of my dress and put it on. I tape the side closed and pray that it holds. I grab the blazer, and I see the tie. It's as though a light bulb pops above my head, tie! I grab that too, and use it to tie the skirt in better, and breathe a sigh of relief that it works. The best part is that the blazer covers everything it needs to, and manages to hide the tie and wreckage of my bottoms. I guess my luck didn't run out after all, now I just need a good reason to give my superior as to why I'm in his clothes.

The door opens. Looks like I'm out of time, and my luck's run out.