So I recently started a new job and I've been dealing with a LOT of thin shaming from my new boss. She looks like fifty pounds of shit in a five pound sack, nothing but a giant, jealous, giggly jelly goblin and frumpy as all hell.
We had to order company shirts/ hoodies. I asked for small shirts and a medium fitted hoodie (we were told it runs 1-2 sizes small). I turned in my order and she asks me, "SkinnyCow, are you sure you need small shirts?". Yes, you oreoger, I'm 5'3" 115 lbs, reluctantly she enters my shirts (which fit perfectly). Then it came time to order the hoodie, "SkinnyCow, are you sure you need a medium hoodie? They run small." Yes, you pathetic waste of resources! Well I got my hoodie, it's a large and it swallows me. When I went to complain because, I wanted a FITTED hoodie she said something along the lines of, "Well maybe you'll grow into it. You're too skinny anyway."
Then yesterday, I was complaining about the AC being set to 63 even though it was raining outside and freezing. I was pretty much told by the frumpy fupacabra and everyone else in the office that I needed to relax because it wasn't even pointing at me, I needed to eat a sandwich, and I should gain some weight because I was too thin.
BONUS: Wonder bread warrior has also told me that she doesn't have the resources to send her two kids to college/ care for them but it's okay because she's going to help them get scholarships when they're old enough.
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[–] star_lordette 0 points 9 points 9 points (+9|-0) ago
I've had to deal with this when it comes to company shirts as well. Ended up ordering a few that look like tents as size S-M, when I asked if I could reorder (I offered to pay out of my own pocket) one of the other women in the office made a big deal about doing a new shirt order for everyone "because she's (me) just SO SKINNY!" No one else was even involved but I got to deal with snotty glares from the other 3xl ladies that work there.
Totally understand the AC thing too I have a space heater under my desk because everyone else at work is sweating constantly. AC blasting when it's 60 degrees yet I'm the one that needs to eat more. Sorry you have to deal with this, jealous salty fat blobs gonna hate.