That was probably pretty bad of me to put up the illusion that it’s raining women somewhere, where ladies are literally falling from the sky and on top of men. That would be nice, but that would also be a lot of dead people because people can’t survive a fall from that height nor could a man, no matter how strong, could possibly live through a dog pile of millions of women on top of him. Well, maybe it’s possible. Either way, that’s not what I’m talking about. What I am talking about is a little about my new job. Is it scandelous? I don’t know, but it does have cleavage in it. Well, I know I have some guy’s attention. Ladies? Well, interestingly enough, this is all about you.
This is kind of off topic right off the bat, but I wanted to add some witty, geek repartee in here because, well, I’m a geek and that’s what geek’s do…isn’t it? Then I read some things and listened to some things that added nerd references that made sense but it was just plain obnoxious. “My first day of work was like visiting the Deathstar for the first time. I was nervous because I had the burdensome task of making sure all defensive missle arrays were functioning, but my boss could feel a disturbance in my pants as the new project lead entered in a short skirt and showed off breasts that could crush a man with it’s own power over the Force.” Yeah, that’s not good…for anyone. Maybe I should have used a different nerd reference like, “My first day was just like that time Weasley Crusher had to go to Starfleet Academy, and had to do that one thing with the…” Actually, I know what the problem is. I’m not funny. So moving on.
I am two weeks into my new job, and honestly, it is going by like a flash. The last time I entered into a new job, every day just took forever. Weeks would feel like months, and days would feel like weeks. And hours, well, you get the picture. So I was curious as to what made this environment different. You must know what it’s like, having a new job or just being in a new environment for the first time. It feels strange, and a bit nerve racking, and well, just different. Not this time. It felt, familiar, not very comfortable, but overall, just a little weird.
Weird you say? Why would Francis use such a basic and all encompassing word? Well, it’s because it’s weird. Most of the places I’ve ever worked had a good mix of genders (and yes, I’m going there), but this office environment has an exceedingly large number of women. The bosses are women, the employees are women and only a handful of supervisors are men. I am a fish out of water as the women outnumber the men ten to one, and it’s…weird.
The atmosphere is not only different, but all the second hand talk I hear from other ladies about women are in play here. I’m not going to get specific, but who knows who will find this blog, but know this, my mind is a little blown.
I don’t get a long with guy’s in general. Well, the men I usually befriend talk sports and drink beer, and talk about hot chicks. I can do one of those three things. Women, listen. They also like to gossip, which mean I don’t really have to say too much. There’s stories, there are adventures, complaints, and actually…it’s a lot like men. Now, here’s why this is fascinating to me. Because there’s NO real difference between men and women in the work place. There’s sexual comments, there’s talk of farting, there’s talk of hot guys, and again, my mind is blown.
You may be telling me that this is not new, and that of course women are just like men, because we all like the same thing, and it shows. I don’t know why I’m so fascinated by such social things, and how people interact. I mean, I’m going to be going to a Christmas party at the end of the week and really see how people are like in my office. Why should you care? I don’t know. I just want to know if I’m the only idiot who didn’t get that TV kind of represented women accurately in the work place. And I mean, they’re all of different ages and ethnicities, yet, the TV was right again. They curse like sailors, they talk about whatever is on their mind, and the filter…is more or less off. Not a bad thing, just, not what I expected.
I have this very weird, old fashioned way of looking at the world. I’ve done that since I was a kid. I expect office places to be more professional, quiet even. I have this preconceived notion that work places are all forms of formal. I’m wrong EVERY time. I think my previous life was some up tight 50’s chick who was God fearing and just thought the world just ran a certain way. I’m glad I’m wrong because I prefer not to have this Pleasantville vibe. Whew, I hope that’s a movie reference people get. But squeaky clean, as comforting as that may seem, would be just boring.
As a result, I am absorbing this new environment in stride and taking it like I would anywhere else. I worked quite a few jobs, and done a few things, but never in an environment where the majority of the employees are twenty something women who obviously have lives and are remarkably…a lot like men. A lesson I’ve only heard about but am now experiencing for the first time. I’d be curious what an office consisting of mostly men would be like. Well, maybe not. Oh, and I mentioned cleavage at the beginning of this post. I’m surrounded by women so I think you get the picture.
