Supposedly this is a serious article, but to me it reads like satire.
Better than a ‘Stan’.
Kabish? Think Middle East.
Don’t bring your work home and don’t bring your home to work.
You’ll have a better life.
And any male who says a single word to her while she’s crying immediately gets referred to HR...
“An employer that truly listens, shows compassion and understanding, is so much more likely to keep their staff motivated and happier in the long run,” she says.
Yes, and while we’re at it, I want steak for dinner, pancakes for breakfast and apple pie for dessert, every day. Oh, and world peace.
A sign you need a new job.
Translation: workplace entropy, brought to you by the drama queen demographic.
But luckily I rarely break anything.
Women have ruined the workplace.
I find it very difficult to believe that any man would cry at work, no matter what this article says.
You want to talk about frustration?
Cave man
The typical leftist approach for handling “a tough male-dominated environment” is by making men weaker and less able to do their jobs.
attention seekers plain and simple... If I was there and walked by and seen someone crying aloud, male or female, my response would be Shut up Stupid...
This delusional con artist would splutter with rage if men didn't "leave their emotion at the door" and let loose a string of deserved profanity at some incompetent sommitch, male or female, who should never have been hired in the first place.
Let's see it, Sheeren. Let's see men be allowed to show their emotions at work.
A woman bursting into tears is the ultimate form of manipulating the men around her.
(To be clear, there are legitimate reasons to cry like grieving the loss of a loved one, etc.)
The feminization continues.
If a crossdresser starts crying at work, which side gets points?
I kept myself together when bullets were flying just outside my office during an active shooter situation. I kept it together when the DPD, Fire Department, and FBI told me to clear my building and in the chaotic hours that followed. I kept it together until I got home to cry in my husband’s arms.
I earned a lot of respect for being so composed while others were freaking out.
I lost it at work when my son called me from his school to tell me there was an active shooter, people were hurt, and he was huddling in a classroom. My entire body was shaking with the need to hurt whoever was threatening my baby.
No one judged me.
As a rule, though, one does not get emotional at work. It’s unprofessional.
I’d be crying too - over the Muslim takeover there.