So today, I stopped at the gas station to get a supply of diet coke for tonight since I'm too lazy to actually go to a grocery store. I was annoyed because the sales lady at Ann Taylor would not grant me the sale price on some clothes I bought Saturday, that naturally, went on sale 2 days later. Actually, they do grant you the "sale" price if something goes on sale within 2 week of it being bought, but the clothes I bought were not actually on sale. The sales lady was more than happy to explain that the 25% off on things in the store was a "promotional rate", not a sale. I got pissed and told her it was the same thing. She again explained to me the difference between a promotion and a sale. I looked at her and said, "it's a sale!" and walked off. You know, when you put down $350 at a store only for the things to be 25% off 2 days later, I think I have a right to be angry. Calling it a promotion is just shady. I'm seriously thinking of calling their corporate office.

OK back to the gas station. I walk in and there's this creepy looking man in line just staring me down. I thought I had a booger on my face or something. I actually checked my blouse too make sure it was still buttoned, 'cause he sure was looking at me weird. So I get in line with my cokes and he comes back to the line to get change for the arcade game (why is a grown man playing a game at a gas station??). Oh no. He starts to talk to me. He then says, "you must be buying those cokes for your daughter or husband". Without even blinking, I replied, "yeeeep!"...grabbed my sodas, and walked out the door. I can only imagine the turn that conversation would have made if I stupidly said, "no, I'm not married, they're just for me."

So let's talk about work for a minute. There are 6 male residents, me, and another female. The other female is doing a month long rotation at another hospital, so I'm stuck babysitting. I call it babysitting because that's what it feels like. When these guys all get together during down time (recess), I try to get away. They exhaust me. I feel like I've been working all day at a daycare when I'm around all of them. I grew up with brothers. It was nothing like this. I really hate it. I'm tired of their disgusting conversations about porn, if they prefer women to wax, shave, or do nothing to their genitals, etc. It's like they don't even know I'm sitting right there....or they don't care. I'm tired of their dumb junior high jokes of smearing a chocolate bar on the toilet so I'll walk in and think it's poo. Every day I put up with this shit. I'm sick of it. My ex boyfriend says they do this because it's their immature way of flirting because they like me and see me as "one of the guys". I really do not think they like me. I don't want to be one of "the guys". I'm not one of "the guys". I'm a lady....in what apparently is still ( I hate saying this) very much a man's world. Last time I checked it was 2007. I have this new respect for older female doctors. I cannot imagine how awful they must have had it.