Elena
I'm a computer hardware technician. I'm paying to anyone able to explain me why a penis would give an advantage if you work as a technician. I'm not a gifted technician, neither a genius, I just keep my eyes open and try to find out how things work before attempting to fix them.
For some reason every time I switch jobs it takes me a while to get some attention paid to what I'm saying. No one listens before they are really desperate, tried everything, and are finally ready to do as I say. More than once, after proving myself right someone tries to be nice saying: "Next time I'll call you sooner, we didn't since you know, women... in this field...." I just keep looking at the guy's eyes interrogatively, waiting endlessly for him to complete the sentence. Women do the same, after being called, I introduce myself as the computer person and, to my surprise, the secretary calls her boss telling him something of the kind: Here's a... lady, who SAYS she came because of the computer... Is everyone unable to complete their sentences? What they expect the boss to do? Shoot me on the spot? Call the service company to verify? Or swear to her I'm not his latest affair? I never bothered to ask, but that's how it goes regularly.
I discovered you become a bitch to someone else's eyes the very moment you fail to meet his/her expectations. No matter how unrealistic they could be. The heartless part comes when you refuse to take responsibility for their wild dreams, irresponsible behaviour, lifelong mistakes, etc.
I also hate women coming to me with automotive or electrical problems asking for help and adding: "You know, I'm not married..." Incomplete phrases again. What marriage has to do with it? They simply want help, but mine would be cheaper since I won't try to seduce them.
I don't have children. There's a cliché you need children to be complete. I don't think there's something I'm missing. Most women defending that have more children than money to raise them. After half an hour of endless talk to ask me to lend her a pair of shoes for a job interview, one of them asked what I was waiting for since I was not getting any younger. I replied I was waiting to have enough money to buy my own shoes and a few pairs for lending to those in need, since currently I had none listed as available. She was not even a friend. I wear 5 inches stilettos and I bet she can't walk in them. On top of it she wanted a pair made of suede to take a bus. She's telling everyone I'm the most insensitive person she ever met.
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