Cry Baby

Dear Diary,

Hilary Clinton must become the next President of the United States of America.  The reason: she is a girl.

The last three days have been horrendous at […BEEP…] because I have been preparing a report package for the Board of Directors.  Normally, this would not be such a big deal, but we were presenting a new report format and my boss was all nerves.  Out of eight people in my department, five of them are women, and one of them is our boss.

My boss gets frazzled easily.  Any time a deadline gets too close for her comfort she becomes irrational and essentially freaks out.  It is awesome to watch; assuming your not receiving it.

On Tuesday I was on the receiving end, but there was a twist.  She was in near tears while she was talking to me.  I was amazed at the amount of tears in her eyes, but they would not fall down her face.  It was really awkward for me.  I did not know what I should have done.  Laugh and point at her.  Cry with her.  Leave the room.  It was a [CREEPY] moment.

Yesterday, was even more tense than Tuesday; and this time a co-worker came into my office to give me a number for the report and she was actually crying.  Again, what do I do?  I said, "Thanks, don’t worry about it.  You’re doing your best."  She thanked me and walked out.

I feel like I need to be Dr. Phil and give them both affirmations about how well they are doing.  Working for a lady is much different than working for a man.  My old boss at bankrupt […BEEP…] never cried.  Instead I think he worked through his stress by dropping "F-Bombs."

Therefore, when things get stressful at work, I think I would rather work for a man than a woman.  Comparing the two, it is more fun to watch someone explode than to feel like I am watching a chick flick.

Back to Hilary: how awesome would it be to see Hilary as President crying to the Iranian government officials not to build nuclear weapons?  I can picture the Iranian officials nudging each other and whispering, "Another mood swing!"
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