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TIFU by stripping in front of my boss while shaking dust off my chest.

I wish I could reverse time or sink into a pit somewhere. This happened a few hours ago now that the mortification has gone down a bit. Normally, I am very cautious person. I always have my camera off because I don't like worrying about someone seeing something they should not, or myself doing something and forgetting I am on camera.

I am a hybrid WFH employee. Recently, my team has been pushing for everyone to be on camera for every call so whenever I have calls with my manager for instance I make sure to take the camera sticker off.

Now for the story......

I recently finished my law degree and plan on moving to our legal team in the fall. In an effort to save money I have been doing prop comission to earn a little extra money on the side. During down time at work I will sometimes sand some items, or draw sketches. Today I was doing a bit of sanding and ended up with a lot of foam dust all over my face, my shirt, and somehow underneath my clothing as well.

My manager sent me a message asking to call them about my transfer and her recommendation for the role I am pushing for. I immediately called her and took my camera covering off. She did not answer so the teams call went to voicemail of which I declined, and my camera light turned off. Instead she sent me a message that she was busy and would call me back in an hour, I let her know I was out of office to travel to the office for the day and would speak with her once I arrived. She just sent a thumbs up.

On a normal day I would turn my computer off after this exchange. Not today though, I didn't want to miss any potential messages so I began undressing in my room to take a shower. When I took off my bra and underwear I noticed that I had a heavy amount of dust on top of my breasts, underneath my breasts and all over my stomach. I bent forward, grabbed my breasts, and started shaking them to get the dust off. I literally was doing some kind of aggressive attack on my breast like they owed me money. I reached forward to grab my broom and see my manager had somehow joined the call and my camera miraculously turned back on. I grabbed my laptop as quickly as possible to shut it and sent a couple of "I'm so sorry, I didn't know I was in a call" messages to my manager. She responded as if she saw nothing and that its just so weird how she called and it immediately connected. The log says we were in a call for 1min and 2 seconds so it means she saw something.

I am mortified and have taken the remainder of the day off to sit in silence in the dark. I shall wait for the email from HR

On a positive note, today I learned that if you don't physically close the declined call voice page on "new" teams, if someone calls you back it immediately reopens the call.

TL;DR I left my teams on the voicemail screen after my boss didn't answer the call, I took off all my clothes to shake white foam shavings off my breast before I got in the shower. My boss somehow joined the call, my camera came on and saw me.

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