In the world of men

I work in an overwhelmingly male dominated office. Given that the industry I'm in is testosterone heavy, this is no surprise. I'm fully aware of this and it generally never bothers me. The fact that I curse like a trucker thanks to my French Canadian mother, enjoy violent explody movies and filthy jokes help make the day to day stuff working in the world of men pretty easy for the most part.

What I just can't accept as the norm is the belching. If you break wind in your office, I don't have to be there to smell it, so enjoy your self-inflicted gas chamber. Wanna scratch your balls? Fine, I'm looking you right in the eye...go nuts. But let loose a big, rancid belch while I'm talking to you? I'd rather you spit in my face, quite frankly. Nothing turns my stomach more than the sound of someone essentially puking at the top of their lungs. Gross...just gross, dude. And some of the guys here have become very adept at sending the sound ringing up and down the hallway for all of us to enjoy. Closed doors have no effect, not when it's as loud as a backhoe tearing up a parking lot. It's not a contest, no one wants to listen to your stomach heaving while you try to generate the most disgusting sound you possibly can.

So knock it off. No one thinks it's cute. No one thinks it's charming. The only thing I get from someone who belches as part of regular discourse with fellow human beings is that they have zero social skills but a mighty fine digestive system.