Thursday, May 10, 2001

Why did you ask me?

Now this may not seem as odd to you as it does to me but here it is any way
I have recently noticed that most of the jobs I have had in my life have been around all women -- the people I work with day in and day out. This has been true especially after leaving the Seminary.
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I don't have any thing against working for women. Actually the opposite is true.
All the women I work with now and most of those with whom I have worked with are capable, independent, strong, intelligent, and generally very good people. The following is simply an observation of mine a mostly confused and invisible person
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I am always walking into the strangest conversations or they are held just outside my office. Now I know the latter gathering place is just because the office files are outside my office door, not because I think I'm special or anything.
Anyway,
Today during the right before lunch just finished my last task but don't have time to finish another why do any work gathering time had started around Bonnie's desk which is near the files too.
-- I'll add the names not that they will mean much to anyone ---
Anyway, soon Jennifer, Wanda, Deborah, Sandy, Carolyn, Fran, Sandra, Nancy and Michelle were all there talking about their up coming vacations and how horrible each was going to be
Mainly because each of them is traveling with family somewhere and how each one has a different spin on the dysfunction that occurs during family trips
One has a mother in law that goes to bed at 6pm only to rise at 3am with the idea in mind if I'm up everyone else should be too and then proceeds to accomplish this.
One is going with her mother and father in law who are more elderly and have changed the travel plans every day since the idea was hatched to go on the family trip
Brother in laws, sister in laws and nieces and nephews in abundance each with a particularly annoying problem.
The one thing they all kept coming back to was how this brother or brother in law was whipped by his wife.
Now I was surprised that these ladies actually used the word whipped, but not nearly as surprised that the answer they gave for how to accomplish this feat of wrapping men around their fingers
oral copulation
Well I was shocked being the invisible has its advantages but that is just a there isn't a man around here conversation. I know I tend not to be noticed and thankfully remained unnoticed during my initial reaction. Because I think my jaw dropped on the desk.
There we're several oh yes answers and others not believing such a thing would work and a pondering hmmmm or two crossed the group.
This led to a new series of insults and stories about the non-present members of their respective families
I knew she did that
or ...
Well I shouldn't say because this was all getting to be a bit graphic. I figured the best way to break up the festival of vacation horror stories turning quickly into "exit to Eden" was simply to step out of my office and let them know I would be at lunch did anyone need anything on my way back.
This worked
Everyone quickly decided that they had work to do or they were also on their way to lunch.
I still wonder why I remain invisible in the office area -- Not just here but the other jobs were I was the only man around.
I get a lot of odd questions though -- like men all share the same brain --
Do you think a man would do this
What does it mean when a man says this
Do you like this dress
Do you think this would appeal to men
Why do men leave the seat up
-- this one is particularly odd like we know why we do that
well the list goes on and on
I think "Do you ask your husband/boyfriends these things?"
-- I did ask one woman that once -- she said no, she never asked her husband these things just me."------
I haven't figured that statement out yet.
Who knows why I remain invisible but you know I kinda like it. And the odd questions aren't so bad either. The one thing I don't get is why they ask them to me?

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