why I love to work with men
Jan. 22nd, 2003 10:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crankylexI work in construction, which means that the term 'sexual harassment' has yet to reach the vocabulary of many of my male co-workers.
Fortunately, I am as filthy as they are, so we have a good time.
In the kitchen this afternoon:
Me (leaning against fridge): He's such a fucking moron.
J (staring): ...
Me: What?
J: You really have one hell of a rack.
Me: I know this.
J: And that purrrrrrrple sweater! Can I...you know, rub up against you?
Me: Uh, no.
J: But I bought you that piece of sweet potato pie! Your favorite! I bought food, now you have to put out. It's like a rule!
Me: You did, didn't you.
J: *pleading look*
Me: *sigh* Okay, make it quick. But from what I hear, that shouldn't be a problem for you.
J: *clutching chest* You are one hard hearted bitch, you know that?
Fortunately, I am as filthy as they are, so we have a good time.
In the kitchen this afternoon:
Me (leaning against fridge): He's such a fucking moron.
J (staring): ...
Me: What?
J: You really have one hell of a rack.
Me: I know this.
J: And that purrrrrrrple sweater! Can I...you know, rub up against you?
Me: Uh, no.
J: But I bought you that piece of sweet potato pie! Your favorite! I bought food, now you have to put out. It's like a rule!
Me: You did, didn't you.
J: *pleading look*
Me: *sigh* Okay, make it quick. But from what I hear, that shouldn't be a problem for you.
J: *clutching chest* You are one hard hearted bitch, you know that?
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Date: 2003-01-22 10:05 pm (UTC)*bows to you*
There's a lot of sexual innuendoes (which some would call harassment if they didn't know the parties involved) going around my office too. It's done mainly in fun and with full consent so no one really crosses the line. Funny thing is, it's usually the women who start it and the men follow suit.