it's a man's world

in this case, that is not reassuring.

subsequent titles for this entry:
mamas' boys
i'm not a baby, i'm a man!
oh, grow up
accounting for everything
business for cavemen living in the 21st century

that's as far as i've gotten with attempting to express my observations on the type of environment i work in. actually, i may have come close to expressing my angst against the crap i go through at work during dinner last night with mackenzie. maybe he can help me write my work experiences into a cohesive story. that, or come to nice, invite me to dinner at texas city, and buy me some tequila (which is exactly how mackenzie heard all the crappy details). let's just say, talking about women as if we were car options, staring at female clientele while they're trying on the merchandise, or yelling while using "ass" and "fucked" in the same sentence in front of passers-by and employess hardly makes for good business.

just to be fair: before moving to france, the best job i ever had was with a company where i was the lone female. our business dealt with skateboarding, music, and girls (à la maxim or FHM). i've edited stories there regarding drive-bys, sexual preferences, turn-ons, diseases, pyrotechnics, pirates, strippers, porn, skating, how to get chicks, etc. our work environment included in-door golf, playboy centerfold posters on the walls, and piña coladas. all while maintaining a high level of professionalism - not only did i get paid 1) a fair salary and 2) on time, i felt absolutely secure and equal and my creativity levels were at its highest. not to mention, my superiors' small children hung out at the office, and i met my husband there.

i can't even sell american apparel underwear without some sexually-charged joke being made about it. don't even get me started on the business basics this enterprise lacks...