Today, I reached my breaking point. For the last 18 months, I’ve been grappling with an ongoing issue at the office, and despite trying various approaches to resolve it, nothing had changed. It was time for me to take a bold step, which is why, during this morning’s all-staff meeting, I took my turn to update everyone on my projects while engaging in a rather unconventional act: I began to touch my breasts.
I started with my left hand, gently stroking my nipple, and soon added my right hand, giving equal attention to both sides. I didn’t make any exaggerated noises or pause my discussion on important topics. I maintained a straight face and continued speaking, as if nothing unusual was happening at all. Most of my colleagues fell silent, with a few stifling giggles, while my friend Lisa struggled to compose herself. Some individuals were aware of my intentions because we had previously discussed the discomfort we felt, while others simply looked away—except for two men, who seemed completely unfazed. I’ll refer to them as “The Adjusters.”
These men have a knack for adjusting themselves in public spaces, often making it appear as if they’re engaged in a battle with their own anatomy. Their nonchalant demeanor while doing so is bewildering. One of them has a habit of clearing his throat loudly, followed by a swift adjustment as if he’s simply moving on with his day.
Ironically, one of these adjusters happens to be my boss—a highly accomplished individual with an Ivy League background. He navigates the corporate world with ease but has an inexplicable tendency to fidget with himself during our one-on-one conversations and team meetings. I’ve tried everything to address this discomfort, from leaving a note suggesting remedies for his apparent itching to making exaggerated reactions every time he adjusted himself. Yet, nothing seemed to work.
After a frustrating attempt to get HR involved, I realized I had to give The Adjusters a taste of their own medicine. We’ve all talked about how uncomfortable their behavior is, yet they’ve never crossed the line into inappropriate comments or actions. They adhere to a strict code of workplace decorum—except when it comes to keeping their hands to themselves.
As the meeting concluded, I took note of the adjusters’ reactions. I hoped to see some realization of the parallel between my actions and their habitual fidgeting. To my dismay, they simply nodded at me as they exited the room and began chatting in the hallway, their adjustments continuing unabated.
Was my effort in vain? I sighed, gathering my belongings, feeling deflated. If they could carry on a conversation while adjusting their gear, it seemed unlikely that my display would change anything. But I felt a sense of accomplishment from my bold attempt. Perhaps my next strategy could involve a group project where everyone participates in a similar display? Or maybe I should escalate my actions beyond mere rubbing to something more shocking.
This experience has reignited my desire to challenge the norms of workplace behavior. If you’re interested in exploring other aspects of the journey to parenthood, check out this article on couples’ fertility journey for intracervical insemination. Additionally, for those experiencing related issues, consider reviewing insights from sleep disruption experts, and for further information about pregnancy, the Center for Reproductive Health offers excellent resources.
In summary, my bold gesture at work might not have sparked the change I hoped for, but it certainly raised eyebrows and shed light on a pervasive issue in workplace behavior. Next time, I might need to consider even bolder tactics to make my point.