RANT
Is It a Guy Thing?
Pigheadedness in the work place.
Before you continue, please keep in mind that I’ve known my boss for almost 30 years (God help me) and I’ve been bullying him since the minute he first walked into chambers at court sporting hair that he’d gelled straight up, with blonde frosted tips.
This image is burned in my brain and it’s probably the last thing I’ll see before I die.
He has much less hair now, but I’m still bullying him.
(Warning: adult language ahead)
SCENE:
I come back to the office after walking the dog. I always look into his office from the waiting room to see if he’s actually working or of he’s texting somebody on his phone (spoiler alert: he’s usually texting).
This time he’s in the office doorway, still seated in his chair, with the entire lock mechanism out of the door and spread all over his desk in pieces.
Me:
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m fixing the door.”
“I’ve told you at least five times IT’S NOT THE LOCK, IT’S THE KEY. MY KEY WORKS FINE. I HAVE A FAT KEY. YOU CAN’T USE THE SKINNY KEY IN THE PLANT.”
