Friday, February 9, 2007

testoserone, schmestosterone.



I work in a pretty male-dominated field. Generally, I'm o.k. with this. Well, except for the time just after I started working there when one of my cherished co-workers asked: "Well, you're not going to go and get pregnant now, are you?"

Yes, I know this is inappropriate. I get it.

But, I dish it as well as I take it, so...(mind you, said co-worker is less than svelte on a good day) I said no but asked him what his due date was.

He tries to stay on my good side now.

Like I said, I'm o.k. working around this. Except when I know I'm being shut out because I'm a girl. That shit pisses me off.

The couple of guys that I work with on a daily basis & myself have gone out for a beer or two after work, on occasion. We share a sort of solidarity as we are all fairly new to our jobs - we sort of work as a team.
I know it's high school of me, but they went out a few nights ago & didn't ask me with, and my feelings are hurt. They didn't try to hide it from me- they thought I would be working late, so they didn't bother asking. They've been real "buddy-buddy" lately and I feel like the girl at the dance with the club foot and wandering eye. No one slow-dances to "every rose has it's thorn" with that girl.

I didn't work late, and had they bothered to ask...Hmmmm.

I hate how clueless men are sometimes.

I hate how much of a whiny GIRL I can be, sometimes.
(my sincere apologies to whiny girls everywhere)

Damn you, breasts, vagina and estrogen!

Thursday, February 8, 2007

two thumbs up (well, 1 & 7/8 thumbs, anyways)


i had a few items i wanted to post, but i accidentally cut a huge chunk of my thumb off today, so i am typing very slowly with one hand, therefore no capitalization. i am retardedly uncoordinated sometimes.
plus, my thumbs are abnormally large already (look, man-thumbs!) and several layers of band-aids are not helping my vanity whatsoever.

icky, I know.

i am an idiot.

Tuesday, February 6, 2007

Oh sweet lottery gods, when will you rain your golden showers of joy on me?

Today, my job is sucking my soul out of my ass, near as I can tell.
Let's just say that I'm in the "education field" and leave it at that.

But, the pay rocks and the vacations are pretty sweet.

And, I do get to tell people what to do...and they do it.

And, I am rarely told what to do.

I guess I'm whining about nothing.

But I still want to win the lottery.