Here's something that drives me crazy...
Feb. 19th, 2003 01:21 pmIn my work, I frequently have to call students to clarify a request or remind them to return something.
If I am calling a male student, frequently his girlfriend or wife will answer the phone. When this happens, often there is a note of suspicion, or one of those damn sicky-sweet "May I ask who's calling?"
Women of the world: I have no desire to sleep with your husbands (well, unless you're married to Alan Rickman). I am not hitting on your husband. In case you haven't noticed, 51% of the world's population is female, and a lot of us have jobs. In fact, I resent the implication that I am anything other than professional. Women will have to talk to your man. Deal with it, and get over yourselves.
If I am calling a male student, frequently his girlfriend or wife will answer the phone. When this happens, often there is a note of suspicion, or one of those damn sicky-sweet "May I ask who's calling?"
Women of the world: I have no desire to sleep with your husbands (well, unless you're married to Alan Rickman). I am not hitting on your husband. In case you haven't noticed, 51% of the world's population is female, and a lot of us have jobs. In fact, I resent the implication that I am anything other than professional. Women will have to talk to your man. Deal with it, and get over yourselves.
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Date: 2003-02-21 08:42 am (UTC)"I don't care who you say you are. I'm not fooled by your 'title' I know exactly who you are. You're not going to get him, he's mine."
I told her to have a nice day and called him at his office. Maybe I should have told him, but I figured he'd hear all about it when he got home.
I mean if it was Nathan Fillion or Christian Bale...well, then beware, but otherwise...please, like I want to hit on your husband after seeing your credit rating.