Hormones, yes, lets talk about hormones. For those not in the know, they are the thing that women seem to have in abundance, but men, by their own admission have very few of, although we women would beg to differ.
Hormones are like a light switch, flipping you effortlessly between wanting to murder anyone within a 10 ft radius and wanting to cry your eyes out at pretty much anything, including adverts for toilet cleaner, wtf!?
Hormones also make us eat, forget Mr Will Power, he has no chance when going head to head with Mr Hor Mone, who pretty much trumps any one at any thing.
Thankfully I have a few years years yet before the lady hormones invade my body and seek world domination, that said, I am already prone to crying at random adverts, which can be pretty embarrassing when they are on billboards in the middle of a busy street. Worse still when you read on and realise that when they were telling her to ‘Be free’ and ‘be light’ they were talking about a fecking sanitary towel. Oh the shame!
My office however is a hive of hormonal activity, that would be a dream for any starter HRT company looking for guinea pigs. In my pod of 4 alone, there are two who are clutching with just fingernails to the brink and two (of which I am one) who are hanging on with everything they have got to the notion that they are still in their twenties.
There are very few men in our office workspace, which is probably just as well, because they would be eaten alive on any given day that ends with a Y! The few that there are tend to travel in packs and seem to have extremely good hormonometers that tell them when to steer clear. They have learnt the hard way that asking the question “Ooo is it your time of the month?” is just about the stupidest fecking question you can ask a woman who has just thrown her faulty stapler against the wall in
a fit of temper an attempt to make it work, and no before you ask, that was NOT me!
So to summarize, hormones are sneaky rotten little feckers…beware!
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I used to work in such an environment before, it was a great place for material. :)
lol I am impressed that you made it out alive, did you have to wear protective body armour? lol
Not at all lol! I grew up with women and I hunt you creatures so I know how to behave. My trick is to seem like I’m listening, but really I’m just taking notes.
…and to be careful not to get a boot in the region of Mr. Mojo and the McCringleberries? lol
Haha! Great stealth-skills.
Indeed! Great post, I may just have to follow you to see if you are perhaps a one trick pony lol
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I am so much happier now that I had a partial hysterectomy. I still have hormones, but there’s something about not feeling like you’re bleeding to death every 28 days that does wonders for your spirit. ;)
Well yes, I can imagine, for some strange reason that comment had me thinking of the film Carrie!
LOL, makes perfect sense to me!
ROFLMAO —- Ah May – you have absolutely hit the proverbial nail on the head with this wonderful little observation. And there were some who whispered that you weren’t smarter than your favorite bottle of nail polish?! (For your info. *they* were of the male gender and didn’t own a real set of coconuts, much less the strap on kind ;) )
Brilliantly presented May – you get the promotion you so rightly deserve :)
Why thank you kindly, might I say that is praise indeed. I am however glad you said I was brighter than my bottle of nail polish, because I went to paint my nails the other day it was all thick and crusty. Imagine if I were like that…oh the horror!
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You – thick and crusty? Never. Never. Never.You are a trendsetting gal of vision May :)