My boss’s wedding
My first job out of college, my boss got engaged and asked me and three colleagues to be her bridesmaids. I had only known her for a short time, but I didn’t feel comfortable saying no because …
well she was my boss.
In addition to being in a wedding for someone I barely knew, there were so many horrible things about this nightmare bridezilla wedding.
First, I ended up hosting both her bachelorette and her shower because no one in her life planned anything.
She showed up to her own shower an hour late, hungover, and wearing pajamas when she demanded that everyone dress for a luncheon.
She ordered our dresses from Etsy and they looked like seafoam green raw silk pillowcases with holes cut for the arms and head. They tied in giant bows at the back and we all looked like literal infants.
She wouldn’t let us wear heels with said “dresses” because the groom was kinda short and we all had to buy new flats in a specific shade of gold.
She wanted us to wear our hair in a really ugly, extremely complicated updo — and said we would have to pay to have one of the hairstylists to do our hair (we refused).
The wedding was on a Sunday and the venue was far and inconvenient. No, it wasn’t a long weekend.
The rehearsal dinner for this Sunday wedding was Thursday and started at 4 p.m., requiring everyone to leave work in the middle of the day.
She forced us to stay at an expensive hotel in the area the night before the wedding for no apparent reason and refused to pay for our hotel room.
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