Happy International Women's Day, I Guess?
A couple of weeks ago, a male colleague of mine gave me a second-hand verbal meeting request for the morning of March 8 (today). This annoyed me. For several reasons:
So this morning I went to the agency office for this alleged "meeting." Over the past year, vague mandatory meetings have come to mean "someone is getting fired," so I was pretty uneasy. I patiently and confusedly and worriedly sat through their weekly status discussion. Then when the meeting was wrapping up (and no one was fired), Samuel the meeting leader announced that all the ladies needed to get out of the conference room, and go gather by the desks.
I continued to be confused. And scared. All the other girls stood around grinning like they knew what was up, and I was panicking. I hate not knowing what's going on.
Then suddenly...all the Wunderboys emerged from the conference room bearing roses!? And chocolates!? And each boy handed a rose to one predetermined girl, along with a quick hug and/or kiss!?
Then suddenly...a guitar appeared? And then all the boys stood and serenaded us???
And one guy used a beer can filled with rocks AS A MARACA??!!??
As it turns out, all the secrecy and trickery was because today is International Women's Day and all the Wunderboys were being particularly sweet and sensitive and European and adorable about it:
And they totally made my day/week/month/quarter.
And I won't ruin this nice story with what they told me was expected from women on "International Men's Day."
- This particular colleague generally tries my patience. He tends to boss me around all the time, and him ordering me to attend a meeting (especially with no details on why my attendance was mandatory) made me want to ditch on principle.
- I had other shit to do and didn't really have time to spend my whole morning on a status meeting that had nothing to do with me.
- That is disorganized. Don't tell me about a meeting and expect me to remember/show up! Forward me the official Outlook scheduler request from the original meeting organizer, jackass. Otherwise if details of the meeting change, I won't know.
So this morning I went to the agency office for this alleged "meeting." Over the past year, vague mandatory meetings have come to mean "someone is getting fired," so I was pretty uneasy. I patiently and confusedly and worriedly sat through their weekly status discussion. Then when the meeting was wrapping up (and no one was fired), Samuel the meeting leader announced that all the ladies needed to get out of the conference room, and go gather by the desks.
I continued to be confused. And scared. All the other girls stood around grinning like they knew what was up, and I was panicking. I hate not knowing what's going on.
Then suddenly...all the Wunderboys emerged from the conference room bearing roses!? And chocolates!? And each boy handed a rose to one predetermined girl, along with a quick hug and/or kiss!?
Then suddenly...a guitar appeared? And then all the boys stood and serenaded us???
And one guy used a beer can filled with rocks AS A MARACA??!!??
As it turns out, all the secrecy and trickery was because today is International Women's Day and all the Wunderboys were being particularly sweet and sensitive and European and adorable about it:
"Started as a Socialist political event, the holiday blended in the culture of many countries, primarily Eastern Europe, Russia, and the former Soviet block. In many regions, the day lost its political flavor, and became simply an occasion for men to express their love for women in a way somewhat similar to a mixture of Mother's Day and St Valentine's Day.
And they totally made my day/week/month/quarter.
And I won't ruin this nice story with what they told me was expected from women on "International Men's Day."
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