I wonder if it would blow his mind to find out that there are women that work as techs fixing trade-in consoles? Of course my job is just to stroke my male co-workers egos by asking them to help little old me who wouldn't know a wii from a 3ds. Why else would I be paid to be there? It couldn't be to actually repair consoles myself could it?
Had something similar happen to me today, though not in the gaming industry. My drivers side mirror on my little van decided to commit suicide just over a week ago, so I took the housing off and got my brother to drop it off at the glass place last thursday. Today I went to see if it was done, and found it sitting there waiting for me. When I told the guy that I was so glad to have it back since it is really hard without it, he asked if my hubby was going to put it on for me? I got confused and told him I wasn't married, plus it's my car. I took the housing off, and I can put it back on. Again he asked if hubby was going to put it back on for me, and I just said again, no, it's my car, I will put it back on. He then said oh well, if hubby has any trouble, just bring the car back and they can get someone to put it back on for me. I walked out confused, but then thought that the heat must have been getting to me and I didn't hear what I thought I had heard. When I got home and put the mirror back on with the 2 screws I had taken out (how ever could a woman know how to do that), I realised that the guy had said exactly what I had thought he said. Wonder if it would blow his mind if I told him that not only do I do the maintenance myself on the van (I'm not paying someone to do it for me, plus I live alone so it's me or it doesn't get done) but I have also done some more complicated repairs on it (broken gear selector cable band-aided to get by until I could get to the part store, then I replaced it with a little help from a friend).
Having boobs doesn't mean my brain doesn't work.
Had something similar happen to me today, though not in the gaming industry. My drivers side mirror on my little van decided to commit suicide just over a week ago, so I took the housing off and got my brother to drop it off at the glass place last thursday. Today I went to see if it was done, and found it sitting there waiting for me. When I told the guy that I was so glad to have it back since it is really hard without it, he asked if my hubby was going to put it on for me? I got confused and told him I wasn't married, plus it's my car. I took the housing off, and I can put it back on. Again he asked if hubby was going to put it back on for me, and I just said again, no, it's my car, I will put it back on. He then said oh well, if hubby has any trouble, just bring the car back and they can get someone to put it back on for me. I walked out confused, but then thought that the heat must have been getting to me and I didn't hear what I thought I had heard. When I got home and put the mirror back on with the 2 screws I had taken out (how ever could a woman know how to do that), I realised that the guy had said exactly what I had thought he said. Wonder if it would blow his mind if I told him that not only do I do the maintenance myself on the van (I'm not paying someone to do it for me, plus I live alone so it's me or it doesn't get done) but I have also done some more complicated repairs on it (broken gear selector cable band-aided to get by until I could get to the part store, then I replaced it with a little help from a friend).
Having boobs doesn't mean my brain doesn't work.
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