Working in a Office Full of Women

Oh Lord, I'm going to get in HUGE trouble here if I don't watch myself, but here it goes...

I work in a office full of women.  I have a cubical in the back of our radio stations, and all around me are cubicles inhabited by the other gender.  Now, let me preface this by saying I really do like the people I work with, but being a guy back there presents some...challenges.  I shall not name names but only describe them and then you can guess.

The first I call the "laughter," she spends a lot of time selling on the phone and after every statement she says, she laughs.  Now, I am sure this is endearing to the customer, but seriously, there isn't anything that  damned funny all the time.

Then we have the sweet one, but she has a addiction problem.  For some reason, she's addicted to Hee Haw.  Who knew they were still running that show?  Lord, I'm sick of Junior Sample jokes, and without the Hee Haw Honeys, what's the point?

Then we have "Hey, I'm in Room 222..." girls.  These girls always have something just a little off color and are nothing but trouble, but if you meet them ask about their mail-order operation... well, due to certain laws dealing with obscenity standards, I can't go any further than that.

Finally, the girl I call "The Smeller."  This girl can smell a potato chip two miles away.  Unfortunately, our desks are within 20 feet of the men's restroom, and she can tell who's been there and when.  "Mike was in there at 2 p.m. yesterday..." It's just uncanny.

And then there is poor little o' me, stuck here in the middle.  OK, it's really not a bad place to be.

Remember girls, it's just tongue and cheek, tongue and cheek.  Love ya!