Ordinarily I’m sitting at my desk during working hours; people know where to find me, if I’m not greeting a client with a smile when they walk through the door they know I’m just a phone call away unfortunately I spend too much time of the day running up and down fire wells and it sounds echoey almost like I may be in the bathroom (embarrassing).
Almost all my contractors and or tradies have mentioned I’m one of very few women they come across in this line of work, they’re all lovely, spend tat extra time chatting away, bring me a coffee occasionally, take me out for lunches or dinner – the highlights and perks of a job like this.
This afternoon I had a sub contractor* come into the office and request I move one of the cars from the loading dock so he may exit. I ‘lock’ my computer pick up my phone and extensive collection of keys and without hesitation assist. He walks out the door and it closes heavy forcing me to open myself** okay, a little rude but I accept it. We are waiting at the elevator as soon as the doors open he bustles in hmm… I’m used to the guys gesturing for me to lead. I take a look at this man as an example of not being a gentleman. I look a little closer and note he’s wearing a T-shirt with ‘Toongabbie’*** on the breast – what else would I expect!
* I didn’t appoint this guy and I’ll never commission him to do work for me.
** I try to open the door myself for all clients :-)
*** Westie Bogan (please do not ridicule, I do have friends from that area – okay 1)
Almost all my contractors and or tradies have mentioned I’m one of very few women they come across in this line of work, they’re all lovely, spend tat extra time chatting away, bring me a coffee occasionally, take me out for lunches or dinner – the highlights and perks of a job like this.
This afternoon I had a sub contractor* come into the office and request I move one of the cars from the loading dock so he may exit. I ‘lock’ my computer pick up my phone and extensive collection of keys and without hesitation assist. He walks out the door and it closes heavy forcing me to open myself** okay, a little rude but I accept it. We are waiting at the elevator as soon as the doors open he bustles in hmm… I’m used to the guys gesturing for me to lead. I take a look at this man as an example of not being a gentleman. I look a little closer and note he’s wearing a T-shirt with ‘Toongabbie’*** on the breast – what else would I expect!
* I didn’t appoint this guy and I’ll never commission him to do work for me.
** I try to open the door myself for all clients :-)
*** Westie Bogan (please do not ridicule, I do have friends from that area – okay 1)
8 comments:
Either a Bogan or a feminist, Miss Nat.
I love it when men are lovely - this one sounds dodge. I hate that excuse - 'oh I never get a thank you so I don't do it anymore'. hahaha, do people realise that the world would stop dead if women stopped doing the things we do just because we didn't get a thank you from those we do it for? pfeeeeeeeeeee.
Westie knobwit. Bet he's married to a horse with a trailbike.
That's a bit harsh. From you too GB. I have relatives that live even further west than that and they were raised as perfect gentleman.
I've also come across MANY rude fucksticks on the north shore too.
I'm also a tad surpised you would expect a man to open a door for you or defer to you in the lift. *shrug*
wombat - i'm so far from being a feminist!
Mez, i've had one friend open a door for a woman who ripped him to pieces, he had the best retort 'madam, you're incorrect I opened the door because I'm a gentleman' in your face ruse feminist lady!
G_Boy, hahaha knobwit - i'm gonna steal that one ;-)
Steph, i do expect a man to open a door for me, thats the way i was brought up.
hehe enojoy Natalie. Steph... tongue-ever-so-slightly-in-cheek there ;).
Bad manners aren't about geography IMHO. ;)
PS Natalie my type bad brain no work on Satday that why comments go... =)
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