Taking Off My Bra In The Bosses’ Office

by Sherry Riter in Memory,Women Stuff

Measure My Boobs

One of the first rules of blogging is:

Don’t talk about bad things that happen at work.

Some people take this advice to heart while other bloggers write whatever they want to say regardless of the lawsuits that get slapped against them.

I think their main mistake is they identify the company and people by name.

Hello people! Why do you name names?

Didn’t you learn anything from Watergate and Clintongate?

I once worked at a bra manufacturer that was owned by a man.

How’s that for being vague?

Bra sales are good because women wear them to keep healthy circulation in the tissue of the boobs, sisters, gals, jugs, mama jamas or whatever you choose to call the breasts. Not only do women wear bras for the health reasons, but also to entice and turn men on sexually.


I promise I won’t talk about sex in this post.

Anyway, bra sales were great for this company. I worked in the accounting office and still reaped the benefits of reduced prices on products. Since I was a newly wed, the apparel was quite appreciated. That’s a subject I’m sure my ex-husband would rather I not explore too in-depth. Let’s just say it wasn’t boring.

One day the boss man said that everyone was going to get a free bra and would have a custom fitting to ensure we were getting the right size for our breasts. Whippee! A free bra is a great surprise, however, my thrill was short lived.

The next day, one lady at a time took turns going into the appointed room for the fitting. The first woman in my department named Sally (names were changed to protect the innocent) finally came back after her fitting and said, “The boss is in the room the whole time.

The cute brunette named Paula, who was ten years her senior said, “Are you fitted over your clothes?”

With her eyes wide, Sally said with embarrassment, “No! I had to take off my shirt and bra while he sat there and watched the whole time!”

“You’re kidding!” Paula exclaimed completely flustered.

“He told me to tell you it was your turn,” Sally said to Paula with almost a hurt look on her face.

Paula had the biggest boobs I had ever seen and was my boob hero.

We all watched as Paula left the room.

The two men in the department glanced at Sally and quickly went back to work focusing on their paperwork. This was the era before computers, so it was a whole different work environment with all calculations being posted in fat books.

Looking down at the green ledger pages filled with neatly written numbers, I knew that I was next to have the bra fitting. Being newly married, money was really tight and I couldn’t afford to lose my job.

The more I thought about the whole scenario, the angrier I got until I was filled with rage! No one except my doctor and husband had seen me naked and if I wanted to flaunt my boobs, then I definitely wasn’t going to do it for my boss or for just a bra. So I decided that no matter what the consequence, the boss man was not going to see my boobs.

When Paula opened the door, both men turned around to stare at her like there was going to be a scarlet letter “B” for “boobs” emblazoned on her shirt. She looked at me briefly and said, “You’re next,” and then went over to Sally’s desk and started whispering.

I looked at the two men and they stared at me with the look that said, “No way is she going to do this in front of the boss.” I was wearing an outfit that was basically how I always dressed…gray slacks, gray suit coat, black shoes and a burgundy, white and gray turtleneck.

If you have ever had the pleasure of watching the movie, “Somethings Gotta Give” with Jack Nicholson and Diane Keaton, you will remember that Diane’s character always wore turtlenecks. Well, that woman was just an older me or maybe I was a younger her. I was ALWAYS covered. I NEVER showed any cleavage. The world couldn’t even tell that I had boobs because my shirts were baggy and hid them!

While walking to the bosses’ office I rehearsed what I would say to them if they asked me bare the boobs.

The lady, who was measuring and fitting the women for bras said, “Come in and close the door.”

Okay. So far, so good.

The boss man gave me the up and down look which didn’t bother me at all because he couldn’t see a thing and I knew it!

The woman started telling me about the importance of having the proper sized bra and how the breast tissue should be COMPLETELY in the cup on the sides. Breast tissue that hangs outside the cup on the side doesn’t get the proper circulation and research has shown that it can cause health problems.

I already knew all of this information. I had been working there long enough to hear everything I ever wanted to know about bras and breasts.

The ENTIRE time that I stood listening to her speech, the boss man watched me. I couldn’t help but think about how perverted this man was to do this to all his female employees.

The bra fitter’s informational speech seemed to last too long because I just wanted this experience to be over one way or the other. I was by far the youngest employee at this company and probably had
the smallest boobs, but I was not going to be bullied by big boobs or a boss man who had boobs smaller than mine!

Finally, the bra fitter lady said, “So to get a proper fit, I must measure your breast without a bra on because it will give an inaccurate measurement, so please remove your shirt and bra.”

My palms were sweaty and I was very nervous even though I was angry. At this point of my life, I was still quite shy and never very bold in my speaking.

I looked straight at my boss man and said, “I will not remove my shirt or my bra.”

For one second there was shock on his face which brought me pure satisfaction, but he kept staring back at me.

The fitter lady looked at him for guidance, but his eyes never left mine as he said, “This is a requirement of the company.”

“I work in the accounting office and do not directly come in contact with any of the customers. If you want me to have a bra, then you must leave the room because I’m not going to stand here with my bare boobs in front of you,” I said without even taking a breath.

He actually looked angry when he spoke next saying, “Just measure her on top of all her clothes,” making it very apparent that he thought I was wearing enough layers to survive in the North Pole.

Inside I was feeling extremely proud of myself, but I didn’t even let the slightest smile cross my lips nor did my eyes leave his angry stare the entire time I was being fitted. The lady doing the measurements was extremely uncomfortable, but I was mad at her too for going along with such a shenanigan. It was female boob exploitation in the workplace!

With the measuring complete, the fitter lady reached into the box and pulled out a new lacy white bra and handed it to me without looking up from her clipboard of employee names.

“Thank you,” I said and breaking the stare from the boss man, turned around with satisfaction that not only didn’t he see my boobs, but he couldn’t see my butt wiggle as I left because my coat was long enough to cover it!

I wonder if he still remembers me?

The Redhead Riter


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Sherry Riter is also known as The Redhead Riter. Sherry is witty, intelligent and addictive as she writes about cooking, family, marriage, failures, blogging tips, art, humor, inspiration, travel, PTSD and aging. Her goal is to inspire, motivate, educate and to make her audience laugh. Sherry embraces being a redhead and helps others to see the redhead point of view…"In some eras redheads were worshipped while others thought us witches. Personally, I like the former and think every day is 'Love a redhead day!'" She can also be found on Facebook, Google+, Pinterest, StumbleUpon, Linkedin, tweeting as @TheRedheadRiter and you can subscribe to her free blog feed.

{ 27 comments… read them below or add one }

1 Tyla February 10, 2011 at 5:06 am

You go, girl. That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. I don't know how I would have handled it. You did the right thing.


2 L.A.C.E. February 10, 2011 at 5:38 am

I laughed at the butt wiggle that he couldn't see. wtg!!!


3 cardiogirl @ cardiogirl.net February 10, 2011 at 10:19 am

O. Em. GEEE!

I thought. For. SURE. You were going to say it was a joke and once you got in there you would see that they measured over your shirt. Effing A! Weren't there sexual harassment laws back then?


4 Stephen November 29, 2015 at 11:45 pm

I thought it was a test of morality, to see who would just do it without question & who would refuse regardless of the consequences. I was shocked to see it was a pervert boss! ?

Being a guy, boobs tend to cause a dramatic drop in our intelligence, but I was truly appalled by this man’s conduct. People like that, are the reason why women think men are pigs ?!

I’m sorry this happened to you, but glad you stood ground.


5 Sherry Riter January 18, 2016 at 11:26 pm

Thank you Stephen!!! 🙂


6 Leslie February 10, 2011 at 12:15 pm

Wow.. it's a wonder that someone didn't call the cops! Incredible!


7 Jessica February 10, 2011 at 12:35 pm

Wow! What an amazing story! Good for you for standing up for what was right!

And, your advice about not oversharing about workplace drama? Can I say "amen"!


8 Rachele February 10, 2011 at 1:21 pm

Wow. It's amazing that this stuff took place… and not that long ago. Today that man would be crucified. We've come a long way.


9 Kathleen Brown February 10, 2011 at 1:41 pm

Great story!!!


10 Patti Hanan February 10, 2011 at 5:20 pm

What an amazing story. I do not think this would be attempted today. I admire your courage for standing up for what was right when you were a young employee, seeing older employees cave in to a ridiculous demand.


11 One Girl Ideas February 10, 2011 at 6:08 pm

I have had my share of "Bad Boss's" in my day but Yours takes the cake! I kept thinking you we're going to say that it was a joke- What a perve!


12 Mimi and Tilly February 10, 2011 at 7:02 pm

What a complete pig that boss was! And well done you for not going along with his appalling behaviour. Em x


13 KathyMorelli February 10, 2011 at 7:41 pm

Wow. amazing story, what a pervert.


14 3GirlKnight February 10, 2011 at 9:54 pm

Shoula kicked him in the nuts.


15 Home In The Hollow February 10, 2011 at 9:57 pm

Good for you! And YIKES! Talk about sexual harassment charges!!!…:)JP


16 Sonia Barton February 10, 2011 at 11:53 pm

Oh my, that unbelievable. Great job standing up for yourself!


17 MsByn February 11, 2011 at 2:09 am

Wow. That is astounding. Good for you!! On topic sort of, I wish I could get a proper bra fitting:) Great post!


18 Martha February 11, 2011 at 4:45 am

Oh, that is a great story! I was appropriately enraged for you but at the same time thinking, "dang, I really need some new bras."


19 Helena February 11, 2011 at 1:45 pm

That is such a perfect (and funny) example of workplace sexual harrassment. I am proud of you for how you handled it and wish more of the women would have done the same!


20 KellieS February 11, 2011 at 2:20 pm

Wow! That wouldn't fly these days. That man would have had one heluva law suit on his butt. You certainly did the right thing.

It just kills me the things that people think they can get away with. But, I guess, if you don't stand up for yourself (like you did)they just keep on acting sub-human.

Superior story, Riter!!!!

Thanks for sharing.



21 katlupe February 11, 2011 at 3:04 pm

The first girl should have refused to do it! I cannot believe that the fitter went along with it. I know it was a matter of a job and all but I think it would have hurt his sales if women knew what he was doing. I am glad you stood up to him.


22 Gumbeaux Gal February 11, 2011 at 5:12 pm

Holeee Cow! I am just beside myself after reading that story! GOOD FOR YOU for sticking up and not being bullied. There was NO reason for the boss (whether it was a he or she, mind you) to have been there. Only the bra fitter should have been involved. She is culpable, too, for playing along.

Also, I nearly sprayed iced coffee on my laptop when I read, "was my boob hero". LOL! I am a small-chested woman, so I can totally use that one!


23 Breezy February 12, 2011 at 4:03 am

Whaaaaaa….? Un. Real. Although you are much more digified and professional then I am. I would have poked him in the eye with a nipple or something. "Oh, dude, you want to see boob? Fine, but I'm not going to let it be enjoyable!!!" *poke*

You should have sued HIS shirt off!!! Then you could be lounging on an island, being worshipped as any readhead should! 🙂


24 Penny February 19, 2011 at 8:56 am

I can't BELIEVE this actually happened to you! Good on you for not going along with it.
I'm sure he does remember you – maybe the only one who was brave enough to stand up to him?


25 Tayskye June 26, 2011 at 7:35 am

Wow!! I cannot believe the nerve of that man.. and I can't believe that so many people fell for his crap. UGH.

good for you!


26 brian October 17, 2015 at 3:20 am

Sorry ladies, not a clear cut case of sexual harassment. It was a bra manufacturer. He makes and designs bra’s for a living.

Not as bad as the Victoria’s Secret CEO who literally scrutinizes his models on national television as they parade around in front of him. I’m thinking the Victoria’s Secret show is much more chauvinistic than the events described above.

Oh the horror. The bra manufacturer saw me in my bra. Go work for a shoe manufacturer then. You said his sales were going up. Maybe it’s because he knows his product.


27 Sherry Riter November 23, 2015 at 8:55 am

LOL It was definitely out of line. I was working in the accounting office with the expectation of doing accounting. Victoria Secret models have an expectation of modeling bras and underwear. By no wild stretch of the imagination was it proper to ask me to try on bras in front of him.


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