Confessions of an Undisguised Drama Queen

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Being a biatch

Well every dog has its day, so does every biatch. Opps I meant, everyone has their bitchy day.

Not that I'm in a terribly malicious mood, but I've developed an interesting study subject (other than my darling cells) while working at the research lab - salesgirls.

Of course not all the sales people who come by the office are women, but at least 90% of them are. And there's no wonder why - 90% of researchers are male.

So as any kid would know, the north pole attracts the south and so does the female, male. I'm guessing that this is why we see the above-mentioned demographic. My assumption is not merely based on the simple fact, there are obvious tell-tale signs.

One way to tell that a salesgirl (let's just call them SG for convenience) has invaded the office even with your eyes glues to your work/ computer screen: the distinct 'kok-kok' sound of their high heels and the overpowering whiff of parfum.

Males, be warned if you are prompted to look away from your work. Although some of these SGs are at least pleasant looking, the cement-thick make up may shock.

Probably it's something that the men like, but I totally abhor the fake-and-super-frilly-sweet voices these SGs wield to try to push their products. It's worse when they throw in a little girly giggle or twirling-their-hair gesture.

Okay, maybe I'm just being sardonic and judgemental. You can argue that these people are just PR-ing and forging business relations. If so, wouldn't it be absolutely critical that they at least speak proper English? It irks me to hear someone speak in a forced accent to cover up the poor grammar and pronunciation.

It's unfair to say that all SGs are like that. A handful are professional SGs who promote their products with poise and dignity. But then again, it's just a handful.

[Time of Confession] 9:01 PM
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