Tonight when I was leaving work, I hear a page over the intercom:

"Catjack, please call 4103."

Shit. I assume my boss wants me to stay late. Instead of calling, I walk over to the service desk to check what they want. Turns out, my boss didn't call. It was one of my coworkers.

She's a very cute girl, probably an 8/10 at least. She usually treats me like shit and doesn't talk to me, but all of sudden, she's batting her eyelashes, and talking in a fake as fuck sing-song voice.

"Catjack...will you pleeeeeease cover my shift tonight? I'm really tired."

"No, I'd rather not." I say flatly.

She glares at me indignantly. "Excuse me??" she says in a tone that suggests I'm supposed to be giving a fuck.

"Not tonight." I repeat. "Maybe some other time."

"UH!!" she exclaims, as if I've just hurt her deeply. She leans over the counter, and says,

You're

MEAN.

Ok bitch, I'm not the one dumping a fucking truckload of make-up on my face every day to manipulate men into doing my dirty work, but whatever you say. I hate working with women.