Gee? You want my opinion?

I met the new Business manager yesterday. He’s interesting to watch as he plays everyone in the office. With the men it’s football, cars, the women he met last night in Cairns even though he’s married but ‘hey fellas, a man’s not dead.’ Insert vulgar laugh, leer and back slap. With me? Well he tried charm. I looked deliberately vague. He tried, ‘You’re the backbone of the office, Amarinda.’ I raised one eyebrow and said ‘well, yes’ like that was obvious. He then tried asking my opinion of all the troubles and issues we had. Big, huge, deadly, extreme, caution, handle with care mistake. I gave it. His pale faced response, “Yeah. Right. Okay.” Translation? Fuck, why did I ask? Exactly…don’t ask and I won’t tell.  

Privileged....

So, I walked into work and pointed to the manager and said, I need to talk to you. Yeah, I was pissed about something he had said and me, being me, wasn’t gonna let it go until I had said what was on my mind. Anyway, he sat down and I told him what I thought and then waited for him to speak. His response? “I acknowledge what you say and I feel very privileged that you are direct enough to share your feelings on this matter.” No, he wasn't taking the piss. He actually speaks like that hence the reason he does my head in on a daily basis. He then said "Blah, blah, blah-de-blah-lollipop-twinkle-toes-snow-cone-wanker-bell-ringing-fest-let's dance with pixies." Or something like that. Sometimes I wonder if I've walked into one of my stories...and yes, he is being written into the next one. Luckily real life inspires me.