I realized yesterday that working with women is like volleyball.
You know how in volleyball everyone gets their turn to serve?
I can still hear my P.E. teacher from 5th grade, Coach Harrison, yelling, "ROTATE! Everybody gets a turn!"
He always called it Nukem, though, which was right because you know everybody doesn't possess the talent required to bump a volleyball. I, however, am still not able to get past the inherent disdain I feel towards people who slap and catch a volleyball. Ugh.
But back to the sub-par post. (I'm trying to get back into the swing of it. Clearly I need a sprinkling of magic dust or something.)
Someone serves up some attitude, and sometimes they ace their opponent with some snide remark about their work (or mostly the lack thereof), and other times it gets bumped back to them (or it gets bumped and set up for a great spike of a return).
(There are too many opportunities to bog this metaphor thing down.)
At any rate, the ball is always in somebody's court. Somebody always got to be startin' something, and if it's not about how so-and-so is lazy about doing their work, it's about how she's a plain ol' bizitch.
I always loved serving in volleyball (I had a great one). And while this whole serving up some attitude comes rather easy to me, (and I have to say Ihave stacked up quite a few aces), I'm not pleased with myself.
It's annoying, the constant back-and-forth and round-and-round chatter that takes place among women. And worse, it's exhausting. I'd heard other people lament about how "catty" women are, and I didn't get it. I do now though, and I do not know why it is or how it happens, but woman alive.
We are vicious creatures -- lionesses who can bring down the white elephant in the room (or to keep it real in my workplace case, a big, lazy ass roosting hen).
But how does it happen? Why are we so critical of one another and spiteful and two-faced?
I'm wearing clear lenses, so it's not like I expect us all to get along, but why do our insecurities have to supersede professionalism? I don't want your man or your kids or your house, and I definitely don't want your hair. We all have different job titles and descriptions so we're not competing for anything, so I'm definitely not getting the whole, "Well I do things this way because it's easier and I would suggest to you..." blahdie, blahdie, blah.
Just the other day I was flipping channels and once again women were arguing whether Hillary would make a good president. Could she be feminine and firm? What about her tendencies to become hard and pushy and admit it, bitchy ...?
And I just think discussions like that are uncalled for. She's not going to go to war with Iran just because she has a hot flash. Gracious. And Katie Couric. I overheard two women in the store talking about how they're just not able to watch her because she's too sunny and how she didn't really have the gravity (mercy) to deliver the evening news the way Tom Brokaw could. It was very hard for me not to butt in and say, "Well I think she's got the gravity down pat. You know her boobs aren't as high as they used to be."
I mean, all I'm saying is handle your own damn business and forget about outsourcing your opinions so freely.
Side out already. Damn.