I don’t write much about work here but I think this little vignette gives a flavour of what it’s like:
Polish colleague: Did you enjoy N [his boss]’s party?
Me: Yes, she throws an excellent party. What time did you leave at?
Him [sheepishly]: Actually, I didn’t. N had to put me to bed.
Me: Goodness.
Him: Thank God I’m gay, otherwise it would have been really embarrassing.
The office has been one great love in of parties and presents over the past week. A male colleague had to flee the office saying “the estrogen in here is overpowering”.
Have I mentioned before that I enjoy my job? And not just for the end of year partying, but possibly also for the reasons outlined by Alice here:
“It’s hard to admit that sometimes you’re happier when you can be away from your kids for a while. Working mothers still feel guilty that their careers are important to them. There are certain antiquated notions to which we cling: Children are the light of our lives; women would rather nurture than achieve; when children grow up and leave us we wither away.”
I tried not to but I have to say it; you know I love my children, don’t you?