Shower heads, Rolling pins and my Sanity in the Bin.......

So yesterday started out innocuously enough. I did my work. I managed my team. I did my job.

Now, just a weee snippet of background info on my team. I manage a predominately female team and we have one Chap who is in his early twenties. I sometimes worry about him but everyday he manages to tolerate my lovely bunch of deviants. Such are my, well mannered, hard working, and perversely twisted team. If you cast your eyes over this lovely bunch of ladies, ranging from late 20's to early 50's you wouldn't think anything dramatically out of the ordinary. You would think, your normal bunch of back office workers. Your normal Admin Personnel.

OH You could NOT be more wrong...........

To Assume, makes an Ass out of U and Me.....

Interesting isn't it. How you automatically feel safe with someone you have something in common. If someone mentions that they enjoy a particular musician, you start talking in depth over it. You admit you like that Artist to. When someone says they have experienced a certain thing, you have a tendency to open up and share with them if you have experience of a similar thing. This does always carry with the it the inherent risk of someone rejecting you. But its human nature to draw on your own experiences and/or knowledge when you are having a conversation....you assume that the person in front of you, who is talking about the same topic is on the same wave length as you.

So. With that in mind. Where do you stand when the topic is closer to home? When its something that is in its very nature, sensitive, or, at the very least, could leave you vulnerable? Where do you stand when the topic you are opening up on, is that you are Gay or Bi? And if someone is brave enough to 'out' themselves in conversation, do you admit that you are to? DO you share that information to form some kind of solidarity? Hmmmm. I think it depends on the situation. For some, it is easier in a faceless environment. So lets take this 'online.' Which consequently, is where I found myself the other day.........

Tissues and Issues

Why is it that when you have a cold you are reduced to a sniffing, snotting, flailing, wreck?

In my head there are these TINY little virus cells rampaging around reeking havoc, against my usually functioning brain. They have the ability to turn my legs to rubber, my nose to a river, my sense of balance to zero....(currently I am walking around with a distinct tilt to the left), my throat into the consistency of sand paper and my sense of taste to that of chewing tissues. I almost sobbed this morning, because I couldn't taste my tea. Although the soothing hot liquid did much for my poor shredded throat.

Men, they get Man flu. They are flat on their backs in bed. They take to their bed with gay abandon, and lie star shaped emitting noises like a kicked puppy. Tea must be bought to them along with tissues, vicks, a multitude of shop bought drugs and bags of....'oh you poor darlink. Here have my last rolo.' and so on and so forth.