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.  

Bugger off...

Chastise me in public for having an opinion? By all means. It’s your opinion and right to do so. Water off a duck's back. But then ask me in a private note for information on what I was giving my opinion on and what I think? Bugger off. 

Like wow...

 

So, I was asked to give my opinion on what was happening in the office and why everything was such a shit-fest and how would I fix it. An hour and a half later, I was done and the man who asked that question said to me. “I was told you were direct but wow.” Yeah, I am wow. Don't be a bystander. If you accept less, you get less.