Tonight is the office Christmas party. The senior women in the office are in the kitchenette, debating if one of the junior women is going commando or not. That junior woman is dressed to go clubbing, which already isn't quite right for office wear. And these senior women are going on about how we can't let one of the property managers know, because he'll be all over it all night trying to find out.
And me in the kitchenette, they just ramp it up even more, knowing how much it bothers me.
Well, it does. I hate to be the party pooper, but FFS -- it's 2014. Can we shut up with the workplace harassment already? It doesn't have to come from only the guys. Jesus. "Oh, you love it, Renault!"
One of these senior women entered her work phone number on a workman's phone as "the Bitch", so when her number comes up, he sees that "the Bitch" is calling. She does this to embarrass him. Har har. Funny.
I'm dreading this party already.