I actually love women. In general, they are good, and some are just real gold, but working in a female team has some disadvantages.
Any man who has to work in a ladies' team is said to have ended up "in a raspberry patch" or "in a flower garden." But of all this, only one thing is true - he hit.
I actually love women. In general, they are good, and some are just real gold, but working in a female team has some disadvantages. At first they make you laugh, then they annoy you, and finally you begin to feel how a chauvinist slowly begins to grow in you.
I do not consider such inconveniences as disadvantages such as the fact that on March 8 it is necessary to come up with twenty gifts that would not hit the budget very hard, or the fact that the only man in the team becomes a permanent loader and is forced to move furniture and drag weights for himself and for another 20 girls, as well as an unexpected decree of an irreplaceable worker. There are worse things. It's time to wonder how they themselves work with their own kind.
For some reason, women tend to switch to raised tones much earlier in business conversations with their colleagues than men. Literally half an hour of conversation - and she's already yelling. And if he is talking to a girl, the screams can be heard even earlier. You might think, another minute - and you will have to pour water, but no - they shouted and dispersed. Uf.
Girls, especially if there are few men around, swear much more. And the passages give out each other more beautifully. At the same time, the prettier the girl, the more terrible she swears. Sometimes it seems that these are not ladies with a higher education (or even two) doing dusty office work, but a team of drunk locksmiths. I involuntarily want to drink and say something as meaningful in response.
The women's collective often arranges gas attacks. I mean, some women do not regret the perfume poured on themselves. And they strive to hang an air freshener in the toilet with the same disgustingly sweet smell. Then you come home, and your wife sniffs and looks at you with suspicion.
A smoke screen hiding a sign with a crossed-out cigarette is likely to hang in the office where the ladies work. Guys, of course, also smoke. But not so much! And besides, we’re trying to quit all the time!
Ladies are on diets all the time and therefore they eat inedible food, but they want to eat at the same time. You used to open an office refrigerator, and there were only grated carrots, dubious greens and low-fat kefir. Okay, sighed, went to the store, bought sausages, pizza, bread, dined and stocked up for future use. And the next day - the same still life in the refrigerator. Oh, my flowers say, and yesterday we scolded you so much, scolded you so much, you ruined our whole diet, we ate all your sausages and pizza too.
With women at work, you can only talk about work. Because what else to talk about with them? About phones, computers, cars? But they and we pay attention to different parameters. They are interested in pink, or black with flowers and rhinestones, or light, but it doesn't matter to us at all.
They love to discuss men. (Disgusting! This must somehow be banned. Is it really just as disgusting for women when we discuss women in front of them?).
Another topic is dresses and all sorts of nonsense like handbags (and it would be okay to own your own, as well as strangers, and even all kinds of movie stars too). And also diets and stuff.
I used to think that at least you could talk to them about children, but no. As soon as the topic of education, upbringing and nutrition is touched upon - if views diverge, horror and nightmare begins.
Some aunts at work like to wear very short skirts or jeans, from which the butt jumps out. And they do not think at all about those whom they distract from their work. In non-working hours, I will gladly look at both beautiful legs and a jumping out ass, but when I am busy with work, these very parts of the body under my very nose just infuriate me. And yet - girls for some reason have a very high opinion of themselves and believe that naked body parts are beautiful because they are naked. But they are not beautiful for all those who flaunt them.
Many girls at work do not perceive one man as a man and completely lose their conscience. Once in the summer I went into the office, the air conditioner, as luck would have it, broke down - and our women sit on tables and fan themselves with their skirts. In response to my raised eyebrows and bulging eyes, they say: "And you turn away." I called the aunties to order, but the sediment remained.
Dear women, try not to do at least something of everything that I have listed here, and it will become much more pleasant to work with you!