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2005-03-21 13:31:26 ET It's only been a week at this new workplace and I've already snapped out and made enemies with all the women in the office. Nice enough that three men already made moves on me with one of them offering monemental advancements, and hearing from guys that the girls are calling me a whore before they know me by my first and last name. On Saturday I just screamed out during fieldwork and went on half an hour of bitching to the general public about them. I won't recite, but let's just say, these women yack about anything from toilet paper to bugging the manager to buy them lunch despite they don't bring in sales, to borrowing everyone's cell phones to call their boyfriends and making the work place a gigantic soap opera. "Oh yeah? Tom owes me dinner because I pulled out all the carpets and cleaned every corner of the car!" "Oh Tom you are so rich, I can't believe you are that cheap and won'[t buy me lunch!" "I don't want to do this alone! I don't care I am not leaving this site unless I'm going with her!" "oh I need to phone Ali to take his medicine or he won't take it!" "hey I'm not dating him, but I need to talk to him!" Angela and Rachelle are like those losers who pride on representatives like the movie Clueless or Legally Blonde. If I am a whore then they must be crackwhores because I've never seen someone pride upon their status for cleaning the manager's car or plead 30 minutes for pizza. Who's sitting on every salesperson's lap during break just to bug them to go to their house to chill afterwards? I ain't the one fixing tieknots for guys, I ain't the one dancing to Puff Daddy at work. ARUGH. Too much. TOO MUCH. * * * I am not outspoken about my sexuality at all. It's probably past experience forcing me to act so extreme about certain things. |
