Men in the Workplace.

I’ve been having some trouble coping with being the only girl at the front desk (for the most part) here at the IRT in Korman.

I didn’t really expect this, I only thought I’d be adored and loved by all the desperate, nerdy guys, per usual.

Well, that’s still the case.  But there’s something different going on — involving those who I consider to be boys as opposed to men.

Examples:

One new co-op works here with me.  I’m guessing he’s 19.  Every day he walks in he greets the male that works here.  I don’t get a greeting.  Is he scared of me or . . .  what?  If I was a fellow “bro” I’d get greeted!

A “customer” comes in.  Stares at me for a good ten seconds.  Asks if I can help him.  Yes, duh, I pretty much say.  Then he hands his computer to a male coworker.

Everyone’s talking about something involving computers.  I know exactly what they’re talking about.  But I am not addressed in the conversation at all because I am a girl.

“Hey _____, do you know how to do this?”  _____ is a male worker.  ”Do you know how to find the thingamajig, _____?”  WTF.  You could ask me.  I’m sitting next to you and I know the answer.

You get it.  Sucks.  I could be a bitch and stand up to it, but then I’m a bitch.  I’m going to have to start wearing a female symbol flag on the side of my arm and combat boots.  FEM NAZI!