Get back Loretta....

I swear all the men in the office were in stupidity, can’t-tell-my-elbow-from-my-arse mode. Among the mannnnnnny stupid things they said and done today – they being ‘men’ - one told me another man could do something so much faster than me to get it done and what was my problem? After my best death stare which made him wince because his balls were shrinking by the second under that stare, I pointed out that women like to do things properly and maybe slower but they get more satisfaction out of skill and technique than rapidly throwing something together and then asking ‘was that good for you?’ He shut up after that. Then another one who had clearly lost his mind used the ladies loos. Oh no fucking way. Not on my watch. So he had to be told in no uncertain terms that men stink and mess things up and that women, delicate, freaking creatures like myself, cannot ever allow them to use our loos. I swear, we woman are bloody Trojans to put up with them sometimes. I had to stop and buy ‘The Killer’ wine on the way home to chill out. Men. Lovely, tasty but sometimes….I swear...