There was little old me making a cup of tea in the office kitchen. Another terrible Tuesday morning which was just about to get worse.
A new lawyer had just joined my team. He was pretty good looking in a ‘best-of-the-office’ kind of way. He sidled up to me and some other colleagues and hit me with this:
‘You know there are two types of people in this world. To demonstrate – if the world was Argos there are those that are the front of house, customer facing people. Then there are the people that would be in the back of the stock room, away from everyone. You would be the latter.’
In fact not a day went by when he didn’t mention my gender (apparently I wouldn’t like anything he watched because
of his bad taste I was a girl) and at one office party decided to explain, in great depth, how bodies are cremated. To a colleague who’s mum had just died.
Another colleague actually informed my secretary who was about to get married, how men only care about two things on their wedding day. Whether the dress is white and how much cleavage is on show.
But hey – I mean it’s all just banter isn’t it?