Dick Measuring

I think life is simpler when it's based on objective evidence.   When two guys swagger around, each claiming to be packing the biggest package, the resolution is simple: whip it out and measure.

But life is rarely that simple, or entertaining.

Although, strictly for entertainment purposes, I would not object to being present at a breast measurement contest, for everyone knows that the best tool for measuring is a pair of hands, namely mine.

But I digress.

Nope.  Life is generally far more complicated, mundane and anything but entertaining.

It seems that everyone is busier than everyone else.   How is that possible?    And everyone is offended.  The people who complain about not being invited to a meeting (FOMO), are the same ones who complain about too many meetings with too many people. (Chronic complainers)

But mostly, people complain about others not doing their jobs.   It's ironic, because the ones who complain the most don't do their own jobs because they spend time complaining about the others....  or worse, trying to do the other person's job, which they aren't qualified to do in the first place.

So here is my simple solution.

Do your fucking job.  If someone else fucks their job up...  let them.  It's just a job. Get the fuck over yourself.

As for dick measuring, I don't care how big yours is, I probably know how to use mine better.

And if you need a breast inspection, line starts at my desk.  Step up ladies.  Don't be shy.

Keep life simple and give yourself a reason to smile.  Life is too short otherwise.