At my workplace, a large and terribly unexciting bank, a vacancy arose reasonably high up on the career ladder. Naturally yours truly didn't bother applying despite being invited to do so. I'm not working longer hours and taking on more responsibility just so I can pay more taxes. **** that.

Two people, male and female, did apply, in addition to outside candidates. The woman - aged 25, outrageous entitlement princess, constantly goes on about how much better women are than men, thinks she's brilliant because, like nearly every other woman in the office, she has worthless soft-degree - is in my department. She applied early and was really pissed off that this other guy applied.

She took it really personally, and I heard her saying she was sure he had only applied "to spite me." For ****s sake he doesn't even know her, he works on the other side of the building. She was convinced that she deserved the job more because the guy is only 23.

I know the guy a little bit, I usually encounter him in the lift. He's a decent bloke and very confident for his age.

He went for his interview first. I saw him not long afterwards and asked him how it went. He was quite cool, saying he thought it went well but figured that his lack of experience might count against him.

Then the woman went for her interview. As soon as it was over she went to the ladies for half-a-****ing-hour, and several other women were popping in to check on her. Turned out she felt the interview went badly and she was blubbering in there. This was all on work time by the way. Bear in mind this isn't the first time she's gone of bawling because of some shit like this or work pressure, and bear in mind she's often harping on about how women are so great and that's why they are beginning to dominate workplaces.

Soon she's back at her desk and starts trying to act confident but later tells one of the other women that she's still pissed off at the guy for going for the job. When I left at the end of the day she was crying in a corridor and being comforted by one of the receptionists. "They asked me so many questions," I heard her snivel. Erm...yeah, that tends to happen in interviews.

The next day she found out the guy who'd gone for the job was looking quite cool and confident after his interview and she spent half the morning (once again, on worktime) doing nothing but stand at the photocopier bitching about him, once again her sole complaint being that he dared go for the same vacancy that she wanted.

Anyway, it turned out neither of them got the job, it was given to an outside candidate. The guy wasn't all that bothered when I spoke to him after he found out. He was disappointed but pretty much shrugged it off and said he'd go for a similar position, either in this company or another, after he'd gotten another couple of years experience under his belt.

As for the woman?

She was soon crying in the toilets again like a typical strong independent womyn, being comforted by a precession of other strong independent womyn. On work time, naturally.

Ah, the joys of mixed-sex workplaces.

I wish I worked as a lighthouse keeper sometimes.

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