I left my old department for IT Development because of one thing and one thing only: I really liked the manager. He's not attractive, not exceptionally funny and no, he's nowhere near my age and interests. He allowed freedoms and he promised the work would be interesting. The only things that made me weary of joining this department were the other women I would be working with.
Not to sound misogynistic BUT older women more often than not dislike the fuck out of me. If they don't act as a mother-figure then they treat me as Maleficent would in that whole "I'll speak sweetly but in a few weeks/days/hours I will transform into a fire-breathing dragon and fuck your whole life up" type of way. There's no in-between. Despite one singular run-in that was squashed immediately, I've gotten along with my co-workers though I still suspect one or the other of them to be responsible for the whole "Facebook/Weed/HR" debacle that almost got me fired.
I just found out starting next week, I'll be reporting directly to one of the women and no longer to the man I signed up for. Considering the aforementioned run-in was with this woman AND she's one of my Top 3 suspects for the whole HR thing, I'm kind of not wanting to do this shit anymore.
Maybe I'll go back to smoking pot in hoped they fire me for it. At least I'll be stoned.
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