Deloitte & Touche are a respectable accountancy firm. Or so till recently. Ms Holly "cunt-for-brains" Leam-Taylor sent a saucy email to a small group of her like-minded colleague ilk. The email was a vote on the most attractive men in her office. She had intended it as a "light-hearted joke to celebrate Christmas". Or so she thought. She ought to have known that: 1. Corporate email is for corporate matters; and 2. Email, like anything on the internet, has a peculiar tendency to spread like a bushfire. To say that her bosses were not impressed was an understatement. It cost her her job. Although I wonder if she left voluntarily or was made to leave? Even she herself admitted in the email her actions "massively violates the HR equal opportunities policy". But she did it anyway. Stupid? Or shit-faced stupid? Not much to choose there. Maybe she'll get round to fixing it it next time. Onward!
Since the last post about the stupidity of Jan Moir, much has happened to want to make me pen it down, but on retrospect, I decided it was too flippant, trivial or simply not earth-shaking enough to warrant a blog entry and thus continuation.
What happened at the supermarket, whilst waiting at the checkout fuelled the impetus to pen it down: my ears were assaulted by the whinging, nasal tones of the complaining Singapore woman. Turning, I was confronted by the sight of a middle-of-the-road girl loudly bemoaning the appearance of a pimple on (to her) her flawless complexion.
Now Singapore women are eternally whiny, their voices irking like a sheep in pain. This was no different. What struck me was her language. It would have made a pirate blush. Every second word was either an expletive, a curse or a word demeaning men, boys and other people, in that order. The gist of her running narrative, was a diatribe on how despite her looks and charm (!?!?!?!?), she fails to hook a boyfriend. The reasons for that should be obvious, though not to her.
While I will expound on the many charms of the Singapore woman in a later post, this young woman embodies the bad in her sex: lack of looks, charm and wit - need I add she was dressed like a tramp, was wheeling a trolley which consisted of her and her friends' oversized shoulder bags and one (count em' folks, ONE!!!) can of beer. But instead of looking within, she conveniently takes pot shots in blaming everyone else around her. Then acts surprised when potential boyfriends flee in the opposite direction. Along with everyone else.
I'm not your average Joe, quite the opposite in fact! Having no looks to speak of, I make up for it with a carefully cultivated manner and exquisite clothes. It helps that I'm a trainer in multimedia -waving your arms before a captive audience is gratifying! Now that I'm past 40, life is good, midlife crises notwithstanding!