Only in Never, Never Land

So, there’s this woman—let’s call her “Wendy”—who works for a local public agency. Her days are filled with the usual public servant kind of activities—finding the delicate balance between meeting public needs and objectively managing limited government resources.

Her days are also filled with the goings on of co-workers around her. One cohort in particular comes to work every day dressed in an amazing array of office inappropriate attire—clunking eight-inch heels, backless halter tops, excessive sparkling make up, juvenile hairstyles which are entirely incongruous to her nearly five-decade tenure on planet earth.

Despite the multiple ‘discussions’ management has had with this employee, still she comes to the office as if she were readying herself for a Broadway debut. Many have even taken to referring to her as Tinkerbell. Today, a gentleman came to the office to conduct business with the agency, and he politely asked the woman, “What are you dressed up for?”

The answer, “Ohhhh… nothing much.”

Once, Wendy even had the misfortune of seeing the woman’s bare breast, so revealing was her attire. And we’re not talking just a little too much cleavage. We’re talking the whole enchilada… When poor Wendy reported the incident to a superior, Wendy wound up getting lectured for the incident. Her rebuttal, “I am unclear on why I’m being admonished for reporting what is clearly uncomfortable to male and female office workers alike,” was met with consternation.

It makes one wonder….