Yay
11/11/00
YAY! Didn’t have to go to work.
So the phone line is fixed. Cute guy came in and checked my, ahem, wires. He offered to let me try out the safety harness and climb a telephone pole (a lifetime fantasy ya know). Unfortunatley another appointment called him away and I couldn’t do any pole climbing. Yeah, I know how incredibly euphemistically bizarre that sounds.
There are men, and there are boys. Thursday, I hung out with the boys. Formerly of TheMan. Well, actually, now everyone is formerly of them. I guess it’s the last time they’ll show up on FuckedCompany.
The boys are, well, frat boys. If not in actuallity, oftentimes in spirit. Trash talking, smack tossing, beer guzzling, dice cup slamming, burping, nose picking bunch of brutes. I actually hoped that they’d take it a little easy on me that night when I said “Hey, I’m conceding to hang out with you, I ask that you promise to not un-mittigatingly harrass me cuz I’m not in the mood.”.
Puah. Who was I kidding. 10 seconds at the bar and G’s sitting accross the table from me and telling me to tilt my head up… and then proceeds to announce.”Hey, you got a big booger up your nose.” and then jam his fat finger up it. I am not kidding. Mind you, he’s married, and a CFO of a large company. WTF right?
At dinner, I leave the table to go to the bathroom and the guys have swiped my camera and apparently taking jock shots of themselves on it. The last joy of immature boyhood was when I took a group pix of them together and E. dropped his pants to moon us. I’m now blind.
Seriously though, I wonder if there’s something about me that gives these guys liscense to act like complete jerks when I’m with them. I guess, perhaps, because in many ways, I’m just like one of the guys. Able to smack talk, burp, and spit into G’s water glass. Go to strip joints with E, and the other fellas, and just generally feel like a dude.
I am not a dude. I don’t want to be a dude. I’m attempting to get in touch with my feminine side a bit more. I’m wearing makeup more often and actually taking time with my hair instead of throwing it up in a knot. I want to be relaxed and be me, but I don’t want to be frat boy dude. I’ve gotten really annoyed with the idea that these guys and perhaps others in my life, could just be so careless, sloppy, and insensitive about being with me. Not that I want them to censor their behaviour around me, but … hmm… there’s a time, and a place, and a level of propriety that has slipped perhaps a little too far. Trust me, I’m not a snit or a stick in the mud, but you’d think that they’d reserve themselves just a *little* bit more. Nope. Apparently, I don’t really warrent that. Phoo. Now I remember why I liked working there. It was the boys. Phoo. Now I remember why I hated working there. It was the boys.
Goodbye to the boys for a while. RIP TheMan.
Peace Out,
Min Jung
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