I stop what I’m doing and make homemade granola.
You think I kid — but no I am serious.
In my day job I am surrounded by thousands of women — 90% of who I deal with on a daily basis are women. (I bet all you guys are licking your chops aren’t you.)
They are all different shapes, sizes, cultures, socioeconomic status, race, creed, faith, personalities, and various walks of life — it’s truly for the most part a delightful diverse melting pot of individuals.
Most of the time I love my job. Today is not one of those days.
The majority if the women I interact are delightful and I sincerely mean that. There are only a handful of women who I interact with who are not delightful and down right awful.
After spending almost all day attempting to resolve an issue that would make the majority happy I realized that there was no making everyone happy and I needed to come up with a resolution that would benefit the organization.
So I did.
And boy did he have howlers.
Instead of stressing myself to the point of a nervous breakdown I said :
I shut everything down and made homemade granola from scratch that I can smell roasting in the oven.
Yep, that’s what I did. When women become bitches you stop what you’re doing and make granola.