So I’m on this lifelong quest to be a better person and all, right? And I’m doing okay, except that sometimes it’s really hard not to cry about things and just run home and hide in my bed. But there are certain things that make it easier, like having a great husband and family and also living in a place where I get to see birds and bunnies every day, and owning my very own coffee maker, with which I can produce that glorious nectar, thereby sustaining my existence.

But some days, coffee isn’t enough. Yesterday was one of those days.

Yesterday, I arrived at work to find that my job share person had done none of the basic day to day tasks we each take care of during our shifts. Apparently, he has been given other, more fun tasks, and I am to do all of the crap tasks. Is this sanctioned by my bosses? Why, yes, it is. Is it because he has more education than me? Nope. He has less. More experience? Actually, he has way less experience than me in those matters. Years and years less. Is it because he asked to do those things and I didn’t? Nope, not that, either. I asked about it a few weeks ago and was told that they’d have me do those things in a while.

What, pray tell, could be the reason this young man, with less education, experience, and time on the job is given the higher-level tasks to complete, whilst I, a middle-aged woman with better qualifications across the board is left to do all of the crap work? Hmmm. Let’s think here.

Yep. He’s a boy.

It’s so blatant that our other administrative area co-worker noticed, and so did our new associate. I just love it. It’s demoralizing, demeaning, AND I get to pick up extra work. On top of the extra work he was hired to help with, which he’s not doing, so I’m stuck with even more.

So I’m complaining about it here on my blog, since that will accomplish exactly nothing.

Sexism is alive and well, folks. And some of us need our jobs too much to risk complaining about it, and have therefore become part of the problem. 

And that’s my week in a nutshell. Nice.