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Yesterday was Administrative Professionals Day, the PC version of the utterless-useless-"holiday"-formerly-known-as-Secretaries' Day. While I was cruising along I-90 into school, I had the MIX 106.5's morning show on the radio, and they were having people call in with disgusting habits bosses have or dirty that administrative professionals had on their bosses.
Some of these things were both amusing and appalling. There were the predictable nose pickers (who leave remnants on the walls of people's cubicles) and farters (who necessitated all coworkers having large bowls of potpourri on their desks and around the office). Then there was the guy who stripped down to his boxers during a hot summer day last year when the buidling's A/C was out. Another man sent his secretary into the men's room to sniff for shit, because he has a very sensitive nose and doesn't like going in there if… Well, you get the idea. I don't know who I'm more horrified at: him for asking it or her for doing it. Oh yeah, I mustn't forget the fellow who when he gets pissed off on conference calls, gets up from his desk, pulls down his pants and underwear, and shakes his privates at the telephone.
However, it isn't the stories that I would like towrite rant about here. It is the purpose of soliciting the tales of terror in the first place. Telling your story got you entered into a drawing for several Administrative Professionals Day prize packets. The contents of these packets: a $50 shoe store coupon, a collection of chick-flick DVDs, and a bunch of romance novels. They made sure to keep announcing the prizes over and over and over again too, and each time, I got a little angrier.
Before someone asks, no, not all the people who called in were women, a demographic that prize pack was so clearly aimed at in the most crass and cliched way imaginable. Do they not understand the horrible sexist and chauvinistic assumptions they are making by putting those particular prizes together (and they were put together by a guy at the station)? How could they not?
Are they truly that fucking clueless?
Some of these things were both amusing and appalling. There were the predictable nose pickers (who leave remnants on the walls of people's cubicles) and farters (who necessitated all coworkers having large bowls of potpourri on their desks and around the office). Then there was the guy who stripped down to his boxers during a hot summer day last year when the buidling's A/C was out. Another man sent his secretary into the men's room to sniff for shit, because he has a very sensitive nose and doesn't like going in there if… Well, you get the idea. I don't know who I'm more horrified at: him for asking it or her for doing it. Oh yeah, I mustn't forget the fellow who when he gets pissed off on conference calls, gets up from his desk, pulls down his pants and underwear, and shakes his privates at the telephone.
However, it isn't the stories that I would like to
Before someone asks, no, not all the people who called in were women, a demographic that prize pack was so clearly aimed at in the most crass and cliched way imaginable. Do they not understand the horrible sexist and chauvinistic assumptions they are making by putting those particular prizes together (and they were put together by a guy at the station)? How could they not?
Are they truly that fucking clueless?