I work with an office full of women.
No, you don't understand, we are ALL women except our MD, IT guy and our FD and Accountant. So, that's four blokes out of about 38 strong, independent, intelligent and incredily opinionated women. Poor fucking bastids! They are completely out-numbered.
Because of all these women, you'd think that our office would be full of bitchiness and backstabbing.
You'd be AbsaFuckingLootly right!
Oh yeah...it does happen from time-to-time where the claws come out and one or two of us have a Hissy BitchFest. You'd be a utter FuckKnob if you didn't think that!
You simply can't have nearly 40 women in the same building with hormones raging, PMS flaring, menopause blazing and jealously flashing and expect all of us to embrace, hold hands and singing fucking Kumbaya.
But, I don't care what anyone says, I work with the most amazing bunch of women on the planet! They are successful, educated and truly amazing and I just wanted to share that.
The company I work for is a publishing and media company and therefore we work in a very deadline-driven environment. It's high pressure and constant stress to get publications to print on time. We work our arses off and are dedicated.
Most of the Sales staff have been with the company for more than 10 years, some of them even more. We are an amazing team, if I do say so myself, and we achieve spectacular things.
Today this was re-affirmed for me.
I was in an extremely bad moody today. No, lets rephrase that, I was Fucked Off about being over-worked, under paid and in generally annoyed that I'm constantly frustrated about never getting to the end of my workload. Perpertual requests for duties to be carried out and incescnt juggling of tasks and projects.
I had two of the girls come into my office and ask what was up with my fizzy face. I told them my frustrations and without me even realising, they were telling me jokes, sharing funny stories and getting me to laugh. They had changed my horrid mood into something so cool...
Once they'd left my office, they made me realise how much I appreciate them. When I'd realised what happened, I got so emotional! (and no, Plonkers, its not that time of the month)
I then realised - again - why I work here, why I've been with the same company for over six years. Because of the people! Because of the BRILLIANT and special bunch of women I am blessed to work with.
You women are the fucking BOMB!
You turned my Blue Monday into a something so special.
I made sure I told them how I felt.
And the moral of the story is?
Verbalise how you feel, tell the people in your life how special they are, don't just think it. Friendships are just as important as family. Remember, you get to choose your friends, but you unfortunately don't get to choose your family.
Happy Burns Day!
Have a couple o' whiskies and some tatties 'n haggis for me.