Hmmmmmm-mmmmm

She was stepping on my last nerve and I was about to pull it out from under her.

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How many of you remember the glass ceiling of 1990?  Yes.  hmmm-mmmm.  Well, it's no longer a glass ceiling because they find ribar to be much more effective.  Laughter. hmmmmmm.  As women, we find it harder because of the old boys club.  mmmmmm.  I'm a department head and you know what the men do when they become administrators? hmmmmm?  They play basketball.  gasps. No way!   mmmmmmm!

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I'm sorry ma'am, but you seem to be humming to yourself.  A lot.  And since we're not discussing anything right now, apparently you're just humming for fun.  Or you're insane, which is a complete possibility because your hot pink shirt doesn't seem to match with your green skirt and blue patent leather shoes, but I digress.  I suppose you don't even realize you're humming, probably so used to it you may even find it soothing.  Kind of like the heavy breathers. Not the obscene phone call kind, although I suppose with call waiting and *69 that those prank callers are a rare breed these days. But I mean those people who - when in the middle of a silent room - can't seem to hear how labored their in out breathing is.  (Nose whistlers are another peeve of mine, by the way.)  I have an employee who is a heavy breather.  I should question it at some point to ensure it's not a health issue, but just like many people before me, I'll probably let it go and not say a word.

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But what really got me was the whole discussion about the glass ceiling and how the women were lamenting the situation. My first thought was, well the guys don't sit around in pity circles complaining about inequities.  After all, not all men are created nor treated equal, and they all encounter prejudices as well.  You can see it - see it in the eyes and defeated egos of those not included in the old Boy's club.  No one really understands the requirements for entry into the old Boy's club, and I find it fascinating all those who are excluded for no apparent reason.  And so I find whiny, complaining, gaggles of women rather annoying.  I'm not a bra burner or a docile women.  Many of us have to fight for what we have and fight even harder to achieve it. If you're lacking savvy, charisma or smarts, well that will make it more difficult to scope out the situation and make the smartest move.  Granted, we'll all fallible, but those with fewer falls make the most progress.

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And so I leave with my final nerve intact.  Hmmmmm-mmmmm.