Mr. Vomit: A Tactless Bitch

I was in a sales meeting today, which is ALWAYS boring. Sukie was in there with me, so it wasn't too bad. Anyway, Mr. Vomit was yapping away and no one was really listening. All of a sudden, he said something that made my ears perk up a little. He started talking about this plaque we have in our department. It's a memorial to a man we had hired, but he died in a terrible car accident shortly after he started. I wasn't there at the time, but I happened to know the man because I was very good friends with his fiancee. So, he starts yapping about how he is going to see if we can have it removed because the guy didn't really work there that long, and he thought it was stupid. Well, I was pissed and a little surprised. Not much, but a little. How can someone be such a shit? I'm guilty of saying stupid things or laughing at things that aren't really appropriate; however, I do this in the privacy of my own home because I wouldn't ever want to hurt someone. I decided to say something. I cleared my throat, and I said, "By the way, that man had a name. It was Kelly. I think he would have really liked working with us. I know a few people who still miss him terribly today." Mr. Vomit is such a dick!

Only in Eastwick

Mr. Bitchford and I were watching the news tonight. You know how you see those people on the news, and you laugh your ass off? There was a woman being interviewed tonight. She had the perfect Eastwickean accent, and to top it off, the greatest t-shirt ever. It said: A little hard work ain't never hurt nobody... but why take a chance? That's fucking priceless.

Divided, We...Get Stupider

It's called "re-segregation," and it's happening in America. Any surprise that it's happening fastest in the South? Thank you, Supreme Court, for forbidding local efforts @ integration...because what we need most in this country is more division...hmmm...what ever happened to "United, We Stand; Divided, We Fall"???

Southern Education @ Work

Ok...I'm not even sure what else to say...

Was James Brown Wrong?

It's not a man's world unless you let it be. I emailed the misogynist back last night. The more I thought about it the madder I got. I told him that he was inappropriate and out of line. I let him know that if he had a problem then we could set up a meeting with my supervisor. I let him know that I had already made her privy of how he had treated me. I also let him know that I had supplied her with copies of any and all email communication between us. I got a message back this morning. It started with, "I don't think a meeting will be necessary..." Ha! Chicken shit. Son of a bitch knows he is wrong. He also continued to use double negatives in his email. I get that not everyone is a grammar geek, but come on already. Can't people be a little more careful? Anyway, he also copied his wife on the email to me. Again, the email made it sound like I was "overly sensitive." Whatever. That poor woman is the one who has to live with him. Hell, she may have told him to email me back and say that he was backing off. Who knows. I'm still pissed that he thought he could intimidate me and that I ended up feeling a little intimidated. I guess I should look at the fact that I didn't back down. There was something in me that just couldn't let it be. My supervisor still wants to meet with me and see if she needs to do anything further. The company may decide to do something. Again, at least I stood up for myself. So, in the end, maybe James does have it right. "But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing without a woman ..."

Do You Ever Find it Hard to be a Woman?

I've had a hell of a week, and I'm so glad it is officially over. I'm so tired of certain types of men thinking they can talk to me however they like. Before I go any further, I want to say that I know more quality men than I do sorry assholes. I am by no means lumping all men together. Ok, back to my bitching. I am very aware that women have more pressure on them in the workplace because of appearance. I have always dressed more than nice for my job, and this week I got bit in the ass. A customer came in and needed some help. He was really frustrated with the service he had received, and it was my job to smooth things over. It really wasn't a big deal to take care of. Apparently he thought I had done something "special" just for him. I would have helped any customer who came through my door. His last comment to me was, "You're really hot." What the fuck? I told him not to talk to me like that. He seemed flustered, but he went away. I bitched to Sukie about it, and then I was done with it. I received an email from him tonight. He basically told me that if I didn't like his comment then I should stop dressing and acting the way I do. First of all, I kind of act like a bitch. I do that because I don't want to deal with bullshit like this. Second, I have giant tits, and I am curvy. I can't help that. I don't wear loose fitting jumpers and sneakers. It's just not my style, and it would not fit in with my work atmosphere. Why should I have to dress differently? For God's sake I had on a sweater set the day he said something to me! I'm really mad at myself this evening because I've let him get to me. It made me feel like no matter how hard I try, I am still just a woman in the workplace. I don't really know how else to explain it. I'm not used to giving up any power or control, but I feel like I let a little slip tonight when I got upset. Damn it!

How I feel in Eastwick...

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