This summer I am working in a bank. Bank tellers, I learned are largely female. This makes for an interesting work environment. I was forced to listen to a whole bunch of female whining about how awful men are today.

Apparently we're pretty bad. I have to admit though, the woman whose husband told her she "doesn't take care of herself the way she used to," was just asking for it. He was right, but if you're going to go down that road, at least be blunt and call her ugly, I mean, either way you're fucked. It's much more glorious to die in a gunfight than to bleed to death after your balls are cut off.

What else amazed me is the BS that people in general talk about at work. Like I care that your dog is in heat? It's 88 degrees outside, we're all in heat.

Interesting aside: Why do we always talk about getting a dog "fixed." It sounds like you are talking about taking your Chevy to the mechanic. "Yeah, can you remove his testicles, and maybe do an oil change? How many miles till the filter needs to be changed?"

Right, so I am working with a bunch of women, none of whom are worth looking at, in my opinion (and yours too, trust me). Call it a world of hell, or call it drinking on the job, whichever -- the point is... when the hell is Friday?

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