Mr. RK came home today and said, "I have a funny story for you." I need laughter like I need water, especially after having been sick, so I said, "Yes?"
It turns out there was a training at Mr. RK's work today for his group. The trainer, he tells me, was a dead ringer for Ginger from Gilligan's Island (or, so I am told, live porn for those who like her look.) Or at least how she looked when the show was on. I am not sure where Ginger is now.
Ginger is some higher-up at the company. She has worked there for 12 years. What did she wear to the training?
Six-inch stiletto heels.
And a dress that barely covered her rump.
"And apparently," Mr. RK says, "she has always dressed that way."
So put aside the rampant unprofessionalism of this, put aside your questions (OK, my questions), such as, "Why has HR never told her this is not appropriate work attire?" (Why should they have to?)
Just picture a group of nerds that usually sit in the back of the room, all in the front row.
That must be even better than getting a Victoria's Secret postcard in the mail. Those things royally piss me off. If I am the target market, why do I want a close-up of someone's butt and a look that says, "Come fuck me"?
Mr. RK says, "You're probably not their target market. 'Come fuck me' is probably their target market."
It just pisses me off. Particularly because the most recent ad I saw said "SALE" right over her ass.
Meanwhile, I won't be asking for her to come train anyone in my office. They'd just drop like flies.