Could you find a real man please then email me back...

So, I get this patronizing email from this IT twerp in the Sydney office asking me had I checked the wiring on the fax machine or did I still have an issues getting down onto the floor to do it and did I need a man to do it? I emailed back –

1. Not my job to check wiring
2. I’m not and never will be ever paid enough to crawl around at work.
3. The ‘man’ who should have done this job over a month ago still hasn’t so that indicates to me that probably getting ‘a man to do it’ would be a good idea and as soon as you could find an real one and not a simulation, then ask him to drop by.

The response back - ‘Ok’ and a smiley face. Wanker. Who breeds these men?

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.