Him: Well, I think it’s a woman thing. You’re just not thinking clearly. My take on it is that you have a personal vendetta because you just plain don’t like this person.
Me: I’m sorry, what? You think I would be so unprofessional?
Him: No, no, no. It’s just women, the way they work together. I think you’re not fully investigating or understanding the situation because you don’t get along with her.
Me: Oh. Right. OK. You’re absolutely right! Must be that time of the month. So sorry for letting my hormones run away with me. I’ll try not to have a menstrual period next time we converse, so I can think more clearly. (I only actually said Oh, Right, OK. And then moved on. Because seriously? What do I do with that? When it comes from the top? I do nothing. But cry. And drink heavily.)
For Christmas I would like to grow a penis please, so I can think clearly and professionally like my professional and clear-thinking colleagues.
No actually, what I want for Christmas is a new job.
are you effing kidding me? he seriously said this to you? out loud? how did you not reach over, grab that pee-pee of his and tie it in a bow?
What a super fantastic image!!!! I love it.