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I work in a newly created position of sorts, so everything I do is unprecedented and therefore without instruction. I make things up as I go along, and most days I am on the verge of anxiety-related coronary episodes.
However, I work alone, in a building of all males, which is absolute heaven compared to working with women.
I don't care about your babies or your "disobedient" husbands, nor will I pretend to. I do not want to celebrate your office birthday with a lovely home candle. I won't notice your new haircut, and if I do, it probably looks shit anyhow, so don't ask my opinion. I do not care if you look fat in that skirt.
I am entirely egocentric, and your estrogen-laden lives mean nothing to me. Now piss off.
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