Mr. Inter-Office Male

Last week I had an unexpected run in with my organization’s “Inter-Office Male”. You know, that one guy who’s managed to date/sleep with/relationshiptize several women in the company/organization/office. Usually I try to keep my distance from said man, because of his reputation. Emails to him are kept to a minimum. If I have an issue that involves him helping me, I usually contact someone else in his office first. Basically I avoid him like the plaque.

From my HR/EEO background there are a few things I raise my eyebrow to, and that’s inter-office romances/relationships. To me, it’s a known rule of thumb not to have them and I’ve even worked for corporations/organizations that had policies on them. So when I heard about his reputation, the scarlet letter was immediately thrown on his forehead.

Now, I try to be cordial to everyone in my immediate office and throughout the organization, but on this day in particular my cordialness was tested. Mr. Inter-office Male managed to push all of my wrong buttons within a 20 minute conversation. I don’t know if he thought just because I was a ’sista’ that he could get away with the overt flirting or because of his good looks, but during the hours of 8-2pm (yeah I love my schedule) I am professional at all times, and if by chance there’s an after-hours work function, I still keep a certain amount of professionalism as well.

(insert the WHAT THE FUCK FACE??)

Everyone that was around us went silent. You could hear a pin drop. My assistant gave me a look as to say, “Please, (insert gov’t name), don’t hurt him!”.

Toooo late!

I shot him a look, and basically told him, because other women may find his overt flirting and the fact that he’s just about slept with every woman in the organization or the fact that men have come to the job threatening him b/c he’s slept with their girlfriend/wife some sort of perverse form of attraction, but I don’t and if he wants to keep his job at our organization and still be able to pay his hefty child support payments on time, that he needs to back-off. End of conversation.

Yes, my neck was going. Yes, I had my finger pointed in his face and he’s lucky I didn’t stab him in his foot with my 3 inch stiletto heel. Hopefully I’ve managed to make my point clear with Mr. Inter-Office Male, because I’d hate to have to follow through on my promises to him.

In any event, being an Inter-Office Male is nothing any man should be proud about, especially if other women find out how you really are. Yes, we whisper about you in the ladies room, we laugh when we find out about the major drama behind your office courtships, and we’re smart enough to stay away.

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