On Being One of the Lads

Hey Ragers and Ragettes!!!  Happy Friday!!!  I defo have the Friday feeling as it is a bank holiday weekend and I can have 3 blissful days off!  So I am rocking a pair of boot cut jeans, my white diamante skull vest, a black velour blazer and my cowboy boots.  And of course my red lippy!  Fab!

Today the warehouse lads said, where’s your dress?  And cowboy boots?  Where are your heels?  Sometimes it’s nice to dress down and relax.  Plus after reading my girl crush Elena’s blog, The Words of a Goddess, she once blogged about being one of the lads.  So here is my take on that subject.

At work I am very much one of the lads.  We tell obscene jokes, swear, mouth off and just joke around.  Work does get done.  They don’t treat me like a girl most of the time but every once and awhile they do.

For example we were clearing space in the warehouse and I started picking up boxes to clear space and Simon’s dad said, Betty, don’t pick up those heavy boxes, let me get it. 

Now I have been going to the gym and I have bigger bicep muscles than Simon does!  And I can lift and leg press more than most men can.  (I’m not some muscle bound bitch, don’t get me wrong but I am more than capable in lifting heavy boxes!!)

I gave him a look that said, bitch please!  Don’t underestimate me!  Men sometimes don’t realise how strong us women actually are.  We are not all delicate flowers and damsels in distress....but saying that, it is sexy being a damsel in distress and being “rescued”....That is pretty hot....

I like being one of the lads though.  There is no bitchiness, back stabbing, and they tend to tell it to you straight and I like that.  I know that if I go to Keith and ask him a question he will be honest and give me a straight answer.  No sugar coating it or making up shit.  He will tell me straight to my face what he thinks.  That’s so refreshing!!! 

I trust the lads 100%.  No funny business goes on, we have a laugh and I enjoy having them in my life. 

But saying that, there are some aspects of working with women that  I miss.  Like when you work with girls, you can talk fashion, get ideas on outfits and discuss important stuff.  Like how buckles on boots are quite in style this season for autumn and winter and denim shorts over tights....wrong or ok?  (Personally, that is one style I hate with a vengeance!!!  And trilbies.  I fucking hate trilbies!!!)   And getting ideas about different styles.  And there is no one to appreciate my well thought out daily looks, when I get a new haircut, change my makeup, or when I wear my cowboy boots!   It’s frustrating!!!!!  Sigh.

I wish that, sometimes, women could be more like men.  Why are we seriously so bitchy?  It’s hard enough being a woman this day and age, why make it worse for each other by gossiping, backstabbing and bitching?  Why can’t us women have it out when we are angry at each other instead of spreading hurtful rumours or freezing out people with silence?  Why the Queen Bee syndrome?

I have worked in offices that were predominately woman and it was hell!!!  I am very much a call it as I see it sort of girl that makes me very unpopular in an office environment.  Because I put my all into my work, worked hard and took the sexiest remarks from men on the chin and proved that I have bigger balls than them, I always faired better chatting with men.  Discussing football (now that footie season is back on I have no one to discuss it with because my work lads don’t like football!  Bummer!!!), going out and drinking beer instead of my precious wine, making crude jokes, laughing and not giving a shit.  The amount of times I got laid playing the ladette card....Christ!!! 

I think that I have swung over to the masculine side when it comes to feelings and shit like that because I have had to.  Being away from home, it was the only way that I could survive.  It was the only way I stopped myself from crying myself to sleep.  Manning up has left me cold and hard hearted in some ways.  But how else could I protect myself? 

But I have to admit recently I have missed contact with females.  I get my fix by messaging Suzanne my outfit choice, chat to her about important issues, like what colours I can wear with my red hair, dietary tips, and other important issues.   I am loving my new life but I am missing that girlie connection too.

But this coming bank holiday weekend I get to see the gorgeous Suzanne!!!  I am so, so, so, so, so, so, so happy!!!  I miss that girl so much!!!!  I will probably burst into tears when I see her!  I have so much to say and I miss giving her a cuddle.  It will just be great to see her again. 

So being one of the lads is a fab thing but sometimes it’s great being one of the girls too.  It’s finding a balance I suppose.

So I will carry on laughing with my dysfunctional work family, messaging Suzanne for fashion and trying to find someone to speak to about the new football season. 

So Ragers and Ragettes, have a great weekend and if you can’t be good, be good at it!!

Lots of Love

The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxxxxxxxxx