So last week at work some attending in the internal med part of the office complained to the office manager that my shirt was too low-cut. I have no idea which doctor because none of them have ever spoken to me.
Anyway, the office manager decided to talk to me about this at a time when I wasn't wearing said shirt, so I don't even know which shirt it was. So she told me not to wear it, I said that was fine, and the world kept on turning.
Since that time, the office manager has had a freaking vendetta against me. I was getting coffee the other day and I noticed her eyes were glued to my chest.
Me: Can I help you?
Office Manager: That shirt is not appropriate for a professional workplace.
It should be noted, I was wearing a cardigan. And I had a shirt on under the cardigan.
Office Manager: It's a little tight, don't you think? I'm sure your patients are getting uncomfortable. I'm uncomfortable staring at your chest.
So wait. She's staring at my chest and she's uncomfortable?
Me: OK. I won't wear it again.
Office Manager: Please don't. I don't understand why you young girls get them so big.
Me: Wait, what?
Office Manager: I don't get why you feel the need to have surgery. Can't you just be happy with what you have instead of getting them so big?
Me: Oh my G-d. You think I had a boob job.
Office Manager: Well, didn't you?
Me: No! These are all natural.
At that point I was pissed as hell so I started getting a little obnoxious. I asked her if she wanted to touch them or see them. She said that wasn't necessary.
Seriously though, she stares at my boobs, accuses me of having a boob job, and then complains that I'm the unprofessional one?