Now that would be molestation. No verbal warnings, no written warnings, thanks for coming, don't come Monday. Okay, so that was an extreme case. Generally most of my work-mates are good for a laugh or two, but then there are the gender jokes. They carry children and then perform the miracle of giving birth.
Men are good for lifting heavy stuff and fixing shit.
I have two women who sit either side of me at work. It's all in good humour of course, and I have to admit that I laugh more often than not. They throw paper clips at me. It seemed that every party game they played was a myriad of complicated rules and uptight emotions. Bridget played the epitome of a great woman in the making.