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I guess this is my first post of 2012…is it? I don’t remember now as I start to type this — and honestly, while things are “same old, same old” where my non-existent love life is concerned, work has been stressful.

It has been confirmed: I do not work well in teams made up predominantly of other women — especially the clique-y type who act like they’re still in high school (and talk, like, they’re, like, totally 16-years-old, ya know?).

Here’s what complicates things — and it’s a recurring thing in my career so far: there’s a new player at the top and he’s the sort of man who prefers dealing with a certain type of woman — the completely non-sexual type who isn’t flirty or charming but who knows how to get shit done.

I guess it’s the one time in my life that it has worked to my favor that I am completely, totally unattractive to men — for certain big wig types who are almost idiot-savant like in their genius with all things business, but maybe not-so-social, it’s easier to deal with a completely humorless, all-business type of female as opposed to a giggly, baby-voiced, boobs-pushed-out airhead who stalks the hallways with her posse of girlfriends. (Because, it only takes one giggly, baby-voiced, boobs-pushed-out airhead to make it into management and you just know all subsequent hires will be various friends she’s picked up along the way.)

I’ve always been an outsider with few friends — that’s just my lot in life. In the working world, I like to go in, get my work done and then go home. End of story. I don’t want to socialize after work with bimbos who never invite me along, anyway.

And, trust me, I realize that I sound sort of jealous here, but that’s not the case.

The Queen Bee of the Airhead Posse happens to be my boss…except, she barely deals with me directly because she doesn’t like me very much and has actually asked her admin assistant to assign me work like I report into the admin assistant. This assistant, by the way, is also her best friend, who you can see on Facebook posting pictures of girls’ only long-weekend trips featuring the entire clique from work.

I made the mistake of voicing my complaints to a new middle-manager who has turned out to be dumber than a sack of shit and who promptly went to my boss to tell her everything I said. Now, I am persona non grata — even more so than before.

So…yeah, I’ve been stressed.

A few weeks ago, a radio producer for the national radio station up here in Canada emailed me to ask if I might be interested in being on a radio panel to discuss the Virgin Diaries. I briefly emailed neverhadaboyfriend, who had also received an email from the radio lady.

I had zero interest in appearing on radio — especially in my home town — and couldn’t bring myself to respond. Luckily, if you go over onto http://neverhadaboyfriend.org/, you can access the podcast.

I plan on listening to it later.

So, maybe there’ll be thoughts on this later…maybe not.

I’ve recently started doing freelance work on the side, so that has been occupying a lot of my time, too.

Yup. I have no personal life.