Men = *stab*
Jul. 21st, 2004 01:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maderrI can imagine the lectures I'm going to get for this. But I don't fucking care. I'm tired of it, Sarah I know is fucking tired of it.
So I got a call earlier today, from the Book Exchange (the store S' dad owns). It was robbed. So I called Sarah, she called the police there at the store. She picked me up and we went to the store (I went along in case she had to leave to get plywood for the door, which was busted out). The woman in charge had her sign the report, gave us some numbers, and then left.
The guy there however wouldn't shut the fuck up. First he lectured us on the whole thing. Then he babied us over the fucking gun her dad keeps there. Then he decided to tell how to fix the fucking door, then he did all of that over again.
Then S' dad and his (coworker?) decide that S and I are too fucking imcompetent to take care of things and proceed to play a futile game of phone tag, when if they'd let us manage things we could have finished all of this about an hour or so sooner.
But whatever. I'm going to get yelled as a man-hater, or for being bitchy. I don't care. I know I'm not out of line. I would really like to understand why when stuff comes up, women are suddenly reduced to incompetent. And don't mistake me - I'm no feminazi or anything. YOu'd be surprised how much I dislike them. But I'm intelligent, capable, and competent. It really stings to be treated like a moron just b/c men feel the need to have pissing contests about everythig.
You think I'm mad, Sarah had to deal with most of it. Ugh. About the only men I can stand right now are the ones in my stories.
So I got a call earlier today, from the Book Exchange (the store S' dad owns). It was robbed. So I called Sarah, she called the police there at the store. She picked me up and we went to the store (I went along in case she had to leave to get plywood for the door, which was busted out). The woman in charge had her sign the report, gave us some numbers, and then left.
The guy there however wouldn't shut the fuck up. First he lectured us on the whole thing. Then he babied us over the fucking gun her dad keeps there. Then he decided to tell how to fix the fucking door, then he did all of that over again.
Then S' dad and his (coworker?) decide that S and I are too fucking imcompetent to take care of things and proceed to play a futile game of phone tag, when if they'd let us manage things we could have finished all of this about an hour or so sooner.
But whatever. I'm going to get yelled as a man-hater, or for being bitchy. I don't care. I know I'm not out of line. I would really like to understand why when stuff comes up, women are suddenly reduced to incompetent. And don't mistake me - I'm no feminazi or anything. YOu'd be surprised how much I dislike them. But I'm intelligent, capable, and competent. It really stings to be treated like a moron just b/c men feel the need to have pissing contests about everythig.
You think I'm mad, Sarah had to deal with most of it. Ugh. About the only men I can stand right now are the ones in my stories.
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