Something which I hate, vehemently, is corporate rhetoric and bureaucracy. All of the "fat cats" sacheting around the office, patting eachother on the back and glad-handing the employees. I never want to be that kind of manager. I never will be that kind of manager -- you know what I'm talking about... the kind that treats the employee like dirt underneat their feet.
Sure, there is a certain caste system that goes along with my job. I'm amongst a group of highly trained techno-geeks. We know everything there is to know about our topic of interest. And therefore, our lack of interest in the social structure at the office, puts those of us who don't pay that much attention to it, at an extreme disadvantage.
Don't let some hell-bent heart leave you bitter... when you come close to selling out; Reconsider.
Yessssss, Lee Ann Womack hopes that we dance. I hope that I dance. I was going to say that I would dance on someone's grave... but that ain't nice... so I won't say it.
The only thing that would make my office more of a boy's club, is if it said "No girlz allowed!" on the front door. And if you gave everyone a smelly cigar. Bleh.
I heard the other day, that women are not as successful as men in the business world, because they get tired and they stay at home to raise kids and the like. Guess what? No way in Hell can I keep up with M.W. He's got more energy than two of me, even on a good day...
But I can love him better, stronger, faster, more, than he can love me.... and that's all I really care about today.
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