Does anyone work for a company that has a mandatory crazy office dress code? I know someone who was required to wear pantyhose every time she wears a dress or a skirt.

Not sure if the boss is sick or he has some kind of perverted liking to that piece of cloth.

Curious to hear your answers.

Btw, my boss he is male and in his 50s.

Here are what netizens think:

• My brother worked at enterprise and he was always battling the must wear business professional attire but don’t want to ruin actual nice clothes. 

• Most offices has a basic dresscode but I have never heard of a pantyhose requirement. Most likely your boss is sick

• In the late 90s we had to ask the men in the office if our open-toed shoes were a distraction to them. If they said yes we could not wear them. The guys had such fun with that one! We also could not “bare arms” and only skirt suits were encouraged.

• In my first job out of uni, I came to work. My skirt was a bit above knee length. They told me I had to change (I lived an hour away) or not be paid for the day. I had to walk to the mall and buy a skirt that didn’t fit….for a job done completely on the phone behind a closed door. All of this is to say, this is a red flag and I hope you are happy in the job otherwise.

New person at work talks to themselves and it’s driving my boss crazy.

Boss wants me to talk to them about it, but I’m not sure how to bring it up.

Earlier this year we hired a new employee at my job, and things have been going well so far. They’re smart, a good worker, and get along pretty well with the rest of the team. Except there’s one issue that has recently come up and I’m not sure how to handle it.

Lately they’ve started talking to themselves on and off during the workday. To give you an idea, it’s like they’re narrating everything they’re doing, things like: “Okay, so now I’m going to…” “Wow, what? Let’s go ahead and fix that.” Earlier I heard, “Gonna run to the restroom real quick” before seeing them duck out and head down the hall.

Now don’t get me wrong, I talk to myself on occasion as well, even at work. But this is happening at a frequency and volume that is becoming quite distracting. We’re talking normal conversation level loud. My desk is far enough away that I can manage to ignore it for the most part, but my boss’s office is pretty close to where the new person sits, and apparently new person’s habit has started to bother them.

For some context, I’ve been at this job for several years now and recently have begun working with my boss on some projects that make it clear I’m being prepared for a more senior, supervisory role. There have been talks about putting me in charge of an entire division of this organization at some point in the future, and obviously one of the responsibilities that comes with that is personnel management. My boss will give me little tasks or ask for my input on certain items that are outside my current job description, with the implication that I’m being prepared for expanded responsibilities.

So, here’s my issue: One morning my boss sends me a private chat that basically said, “I might need you to tell [new person], behind the scenes, to tone it down. I’m one bad morning away from flipping out over all the noises.”

My boss is not the type to shy away from tough conversations, so I know they wouldn’t delegate this to me to avoid dealing with it themselves. I’ve personally seen them deal with similar employee issues several times over the years, so I also don’t think this is something the boss feels they’re above having to mess with. I get the feeling this is a “Let’s see how they handle this” situation.

My problem is that, by nature, I’m a very shy, introverted, and conflict-avoidant person. I’ve obviously worked on this and gotten better at it over the years, but I still get that sick feeling in my stomach when it comes time for those tough conversations.

Do I just need to toughen up and be like, “Hey all the talking is bothering people and you need to cut it out”? Is there a more delicate way to address this? Has anyone dealt with a similar situation, and how did you handle it?

So, i ORD next August and with that nearing, i’ve been looking into getting back into my normal life. My 1st option is to get into uni but the problem is this…

I graduated from poly with an audio engineering diploma.

For those who may not know what that means, it basically involves anything where sound is concerned. Live sound for the stage, music production, movie and video sound effects, etc. Anything from setting up the equipment to editing, that’s what I was trained to do. However, I came to realise around the late 2nd yr to early 3rd yr that this line of work may not be as lucrative/sustainable as I would like to allow me to live somewhat comfortably and provide for my family. And admittedly, my choice of diploma post-o’lvl was quite impulse-fueled.

So now i wanna jump ship. Change industry. Specifically, i wanna get into Physiotherapy. The only uni that seems to offer this is SIT but after researching, it appears that I need to have had prior education relevant to physio but since i came from a completely different background, i think my chances of getting in are basically next to 0. So i thought my next best bet is a work-study programme. But when i check out Skillsfuture, all the courses they offer, they either dun relate to physio or i just have no interest in it.

My last option is i go and get a part time job or smth but it most likely won’t be a job that i can sustain working in for long because of either the pay or my lack of interest just drains me quicker. I need better direction.

Maybe im missing smth right now. Idk but im feeling pretty lost here. So if y’all can help enlighten my dumb ass and help me get my bearings on wut to do in the local landscape after i ord, i would greatly appreciate it.

My (31m)wife (29f), now ex. We’ve been together for over a decade and engaged for about two and a half years. school sweethearts, two years ago she gave birth to our son.

Since then she’s decided to go to nursing school so our son can have a better future. To make this possible, I’ve worked overtime, cooked dinner every night, watched my son every afternoon, put him to bed myself, and done household chores, bent over backwards for this family. To give her a chance to pass these rigorous classes so we could get ahead in life.

Tonight, literally a few hours ago, my life came crumbling down.

One of the very few nights we get to ourselves since our son was born we decided to go out to a bar/ dance club with some friends.

At one point I tell her I’m going outside to smoke, she says she’s going to dance with her girlfriend. I tell her all right I’ll be back in a few

Halfway out I realized I’d forgotten the cigarettes in her purse as she smokes it occasionally. I come back into the dance floor and find her making out with a complete stranger, I sit back and stare in complete shock for a few seconds. I can’t even process what is happening. Then I snap back to reality and split her off from this effing guy.

I lost it, I screamed at her what the F is wrong with you, and left the bar.

My family, my sons family destroyed for what? It makes zero sense to me. I am so devestated beyond words.

As a child of divorce, this is my worst nightmare, I gave her and my son my all. Every fibre of my being went into being a good father and husband. All of that thrown away for a drunken hookup with a stranger.

I’m reeling, I feel sick. My mom has my son for the night thank god but I am just lost. This all happened three hours ago and I’m so heartbroken I can’t think straight. I locked her out of the house and told her to go to her parents. She’s begging me to listen to reason, that he took advantage of her. Maybe if I hadn’t sat there and watched her I’d have fallen for that gaslight.

I don’t even know what I want from this post. I just need to vent. I’m broken, mostly for my son that will never know growing up with his family intact, the same nightmare I lived through.

I’m so shocked and hurt. I just don’t know.

With every relationship I’ve been in, I’ve raised my standards a bit. Now I’m worried I’ve raised them too much…