Last week I bought a small house and scheduled appointments for contractors to view and bid on small construction projects. A man viewing my bathroom’s leaky tile grout:
1) Arrived an hour late with no notice or explanation.
2) Asked, “So, is your husband handy?”
3) Insisted I need a new toilet because the present one has GERMS.
I work outside the home as a professor, I previously worked as a professional carpenter, and I’m well educated in microbiology. Yet most workers assume I stay in the house around the clock, rely on my husband to fix things, and will believe any bullshit they say. Something about being a woman in Utah…
Conveniently I hired a different worker to re-do the tile: he shows up on time, treats me like an adult, and doesn’t make up shit. Golden!