Urghh, I actually had to interact with people for a full day in an office on Monday. Usually I'm at home alone and safe and happy.
So I'm at the engineering firm and I'm working with a woman (luckily) on my maps. Oh, then the principal comes over and says, "Oh, you must be Terri, the important woman I'm cc'ing on all these e-mails....the one who is going to get this project straightened out."
I shook his hand and said yes, nice to meet you.
Then I had to talk to him later about some problems on the grading........freaking place is supposed to be a wetland and half of it isn't getting hydrology.......better fix the other half before we build it right?
Well, he had a fine time telling me which way the water was supposed to flow, gossiping about my bosses,etc.
Then I go back to my maps and him and all his engineering 'buddies' are lined up two cubicles away with coffee in their hands talking about 'testosterone.....'how high were you?'...laugh chuckle chuckle..........all of them, staring at me. Like they were all putting on a little man show just for the new MEAT. I felt all this energy shooting right at me. I felt naseous........couldn't concentrate........then, of course, after all of that, wanting to run.........then the hate kicked in.
Immediately they are the enemy.
My T said don't make them monsters. So I tried to remember that..........I tried to just go....'well, that's what men do." Likely most if not all of them had rings, kids.......etc. etc.
I know that I'm older and sort of can't wait to get even older. I'm 44, but people still say I look like a model. I try to dress like a biologist......jeans tucked into dirty boots, no make-up, hair a disaster........I do brush my teeth.
I think about Scott then........my mind takes off. This is how all men are. Wives at home, slaves handy.......then out in the world they get to at least act like they have mistresses........kings of their doman BS.
I left glad that I'd only have to be around there once a year. Then up came the important meetings we are going to have to have. Me in a conference room with 5 ball busting men all trying to act intelligent and get the upper hand. I'm the one who has the to make the damn place work. I'm the one who is in the 6 month process of analyzing the entire site scientifically...........I have some answers and some good options........
I know my voice will shake.......I know I'll get over talked.....I know they'll all just think 'isn't she a cute little biologist'.........I know.
I order to even function.......I'm going to have to come in with an attitude, talk forcefully, be extremely assertive. They can go in and have fun, look smart, banter about.........I have to have armour on to even make a sentence mean something.
I'm not looking forward to this..........just glad I don't have to interact with them all the time.
This just happened Monday.........plus I've sent off 45 thousand dollars for a piece of property in the Okanogan and Scott and his hunting buddies are going over there today.........
I'm here, lying in bed for two days. Terrified. I've spent my life savings on a piece of hunting property for him and his buddies..........I never learn. Of course, I'd like it to be 'ours'........no marriage proposal........I'm a stupid woman. If this all falls to pieces I'm left with a piece of dirt that I have no clue what to do with.
The trailer is going to be cold in the winter. Survival here we come.