Youth, Exuberance... Synergy...

My office is replete with gorgeous women. It must be said.

All reek terribly of boyfriend, and many don’t seem to carry themselves with the confidence that normally afford such creatures of grace and beauty.

But all in all, I’m working in a gorgeous place. Top-notch, high-shelf, top sorts.

And no, Andy-a-la-Sleaze has not waltzed in, hairy chest and gold chain puffed out, and mullet groomed to perfection. Firstly, because he wouldn’t have any success with lay-dehs of this calibre. Secondly, because I’m content with my lot in life right now. And thirdly because Andy-a-la-Sleaze doesn’t exist.

I have worked for a number of other organisations, in different buildings, and I don’t think ANY of them has had the hottie:male ratio of this joint.

As for the reasons for this particular ratio, I can only come up with the following: This phenomena does indeed speak volumes for our organization (Ugh, I hate autocorrect’s mania for the letter “z”):

We like to portray ourselves as a sharp and dynamic place in where we pride ourselves of the professionalism in our work, and replicate that with our impeccable grooming and taste.

Or perhaps we celebrate youth and exuberance, bringing new and fresh ideas to the plate of corporate banquets.

Or we are trying to fuse youth with experience to try and shift paradigms, redesign boxes, create synergy and conjure buzzwords so that the organization is taken seriously as a big-time contender.

Or we are embarking on a new era of Public Relations, in where we seduce our clients with alluring class, sophistication and panache.

These would all ring true, and I sincerely hope that the hottie:male ratio ushers in a new world satisfied customers and gleeful finance officers, if it weren’t for the last possible reason I can think of:

Or… the old men in charge are sleaze bags.

Short post today. In summary: Lots of beautiful women. Sleazy men in charge. Me happy. The End.

(Disclaimer: This is not a slur upon the women of this office who no doubt were offered a job on the premise of their credentials… I sincerely do think that the old men around here are sleaze bags)