brunobaby

The pantry in my office has a cabinet with huge jars of whey powder. Every morning, a dozen or so young management trainee guys are in the pantry mixing these protein drinks in the blender and talking about their workouts. Three blenders go whirrr whirrr whirrr, like machines producing some kind of super-race of Alpha males.

I sit outside in my cubicle, unnoticed, Beta girl, who's watched two generations of Alpha males crash and burn, only a lucky few surviving, the rest being sperm that didn't penetrate the egg.