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Dear Women of My Workplace,
I am not your bitch nor are you mine.
You, yes you; I don't interrupt your unbusy time at the desk and ask you to put air into my tire, do I? When I moved out, I didn't call you and tell you to move my shit into my new place, did I? But I conjure up that fake smile of mine and complete the ardous, banal tasks that you love to instruct me to do, don't I?
If I wanted to work in a job that involved carrying shit around, I would have applied for one.
If I wanted a job where I change light bulbs, I would have applied for one.
If I wanted a job where I listened to women bitch about each other behind their backs, I would have went to a church function.
Another thing, don't talk to me like I'm stupid. Just because I'm half your age doesn't mean that I cannot manage a copy machine. I also don't give a shit about what, "...she said to him." while you were eating lunch.
However, I do respect the men of the house. They are saints for putting up with the incomptent women who are in their presence (and happen to think they're somewhat intelligent). If you are so smart, why are you in the place you are right now?
Stop treating me like I'm your maintance man. In a few years, you'll still be at that same desk; I won't. Keep running your mouth...'cause someday I'll be closing it.
I just saw a Wal-Mart Documentary; thank you for my job.
Sincerely,
P.S. -
Yes, I'll help you dust the office on Friday.
I am not your bitch nor are you mine.
You, yes you; I don't interrupt your unbusy time at the desk and ask you to put air into my tire, do I? When I moved out, I didn't call you and tell you to move my shit into my new place, did I? But I conjure up that fake smile of mine and complete the ardous, banal tasks that you love to instruct me to do, don't I?
If I wanted to work in a job that involved carrying shit around, I would have applied for one.
If I wanted a job where I change light bulbs, I would have applied for one.
If I wanted a job where I listened to women bitch about each other behind their backs, I would have went to a church function.
Another thing, don't talk to me like I'm stupid. Just because I'm half your age doesn't mean that I cannot manage a copy machine. I also don't give a shit about what, "...she said to him." while you were eating lunch.
However, I do respect the men of the house. They are saints for putting up with the incomptent women who are in their presence (and happen to think they're somewhat intelligent). If you are so smart, why are you in the place you are right now?
Stop treating me like I'm your maintance man. In a few years, you'll still be at that same desk; I won't. Keep running your mouth...'cause someday I'll be closing it.
I just saw a Wal-Mart Documentary; thank you for my job.
Sincerely,
P.S. -
Yes, I'll help you dust the office on Friday.