I'm finding it difficult to control my anger.
New Guy is slightly sexist. Its rubbing off on some of the other guys.
People are beginning to call me Honey. I don't mind one of my close friends calling me Hun. I do mind a work colleague calling me Honey in a patronising voice.
"Honey, do you mind checking the Client Activity for the past two years? There's a Good Girl."
New Guy is just like CEO. He thinks I'm stupid. He's sending me random documents.
"Do you mind amending the spacing on this Sweetheart. Thanks a million."
Yes I do mind! I'm not a secretary.
Whenever anyone asks me to do something I just don't bother doing it. Why should I? It's not my job.
This morning I had an episode with Scruffy Artist in the main foyer. I bumped into him on my way to the chocolate machine. He smiled at me and said.
"Hey babe. You got any idea where I should put the designs? Do me a fav a create a new folder on the server. Thanks a million."
I lost it.
"Do not call me babe. I am not your fucking secretary so you create your own fucking folder. Frankly, I am fucked off with the way you've all started to fucking talk. You're a bunch of fucking sheep. Following like sheep, and getting fucked like sheep."
I was in the middle of talking about sheep when I realised that a crowd had developed. Stoner was desperately trying not to burst out laughing. I could hear him trying to control his snorts. Scruffy Artist looked embarrassed.
"Right... well... good."
I turned and slowly walked up the stairs. My head held high. Trying my best not to look like some crazed psychopath. When I got to the first floor I began running. I shut myself in my office and tried to control my breathing.
God I'm so unfit. How can sprinting up another flight of stairs and running down a corridor leave me so out of breath? I can't believe I actually thought about running the marathon.
Stoner knocked on my door a few minutes later.
"Are you okay?"
He was trying hard to keep a straight face. I stared at him. He couldn't hold it. He started laughing. He didn't stop.
"That was so funny! I've never seen so many people look so shocked. Sheep? What the hell were you thinking?"
I made us a cup of tea. We sat against the office door sipping and talking. I told him that I felt like I was being patronised. That I hated the way everyone seemed to be doing it. The attitude was catching on fast. He nodded sympathetically.
"Not just you. (Bimbo) feels the same way. (Preppy) from accounts is a little pissed off too. Yesterday (New Guy) called her Cutie Pie and winked."
I laughed. Preppy is not cute. She's a strong feminist and scorns at women that do not choose to follow a career path. She thinks its an insult to what women have worked hard to achieve.
"Maybe you guys should form a feminist group. Go on a march around the building. Burn your bra."
I smacked Stoner lightly on his leg.
"What?" He looked at me innocently. "I'd love to see you all take of your bras. Show us all a little bit of..."
"Yeah, you're right. It's catching on."