It being: use a motherhood metaphor to illustrate how frustrated you are with our group’s work. Really? It’s like having children, and the further away they go the more nervous you get? Well, shit. I really can’t relate to that, and I know you know this, so…find some other way to try and talk down to me.
I suck at office politics. I find it annoyingly hilarious that I cut my teeth in this business being the only woman in the company, yet it’s a bigger pissing contest now in the middle of a huge project run almost entirely by women. OMG WHOSE CYCLE ARE WE SYNCING TO? Who fucking cares, your dick is way bigger than mine, you win, can we just DO THIS? Please. Blerg.