temp job.
(not with breadhouse... )
random conversation with IT Manager:
Dude: What did you go to school for?
Me: Art History.
Dude: Ohhh, liberal arts. Kind of girlie. When I was in school it was like "Oh, liberal arts? Do I look like a girlie?"
Then, later in the same conversation...
Dude: Yeah, my sister used to model wedding dresses. She was pretty cute, for a girl.
Weddings are for women. When was the last time you heard a bunch of men standing around talking about wedding dresses and planning a wedding?
Men don't talk about our feelings and we don't cry.
Me: Oh, is that how that works?
Dude (backpedaling): Oh, uh, I don't know if that's so much how that works as what society teaches us.
Me (internally): Yeah, ok, jackass. I don't want to talk to you anymore. Stop ear fucking me and go get some goddamn lunch. I've got phones to answer. And, btw, have you EVER had a conversation with a female co-worker?
random conversation with IT Manager:
Dude: What did you go to school for?
Me: Art History.
Dude: Ohhh, liberal arts. Kind of girlie. When I was in school it was like "Oh, liberal arts? Do I look like a girlie?"
Then, later in the same conversation...
Dude: Yeah, my sister used to model wedding dresses. She was pretty cute, for a girl.
Weddings are for women. When was the last time you heard a bunch of men standing around talking about wedding dresses and planning a wedding?
Men don't talk about our feelings and we don't cry.
Me: Oh, is that how that works?
Dude (backpedaling): Oh, uh, I don't know if that's so much how that works as what society teaches us.
Me (internally): Yeah, ok, jackass. I don't want to talk to you anymore. Stop ear fucking me and go get some goddamn lunch. I've got phones to answer. And, btw, have you EVER had a conversation with a female co-worker?
posted by erika @ 10:36 AM
3 Comments:
At 11:37 AM,
thisismarcus said…
Ear fucking... LOL!
At 12:01 PM,
Anonymous said…
Once, I had to leave my car overnight to get fixed. In the morning, the guy from the station called and asked for Mr. M. When I told him he was speaking with Ms. M, he replied, irritatedly, "I know that, is Mr. M in?" When I told him there was no Mr. M, he tried to laugh. But there was no backpedaling that one. What's wrong with these pricks?
I'm so going to say "ear-fucking" all the time now. See--blogs are good for picking up good slang. If only your sunday schoolers knew you used the phrase ear-fucking...
At 9:54 PM,
Valerie said…
I love learning new words.
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