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Ever feel like a token?

There are probably a lot of different ways to get made into a token.

A token is something that stands in for something else. In the case of a subway or bus token, it’s a coin-like object that stands in for real money. Something of little or no value being substituted for the real thing.

As a woman who has worked in one of the more technical areas of IT, I’ve often been the only female on a technical call. More than once, after introducing myself (including my title) I’ve gotten the response “so, when is the firewall guy going to be joining the call?” Subtext: “yeah, yeah. You say you’re the network administrator who will be doing the firewall configuration…but when will your daddy be here?”

In the five years I was a network admin, I never worked with a woman from any other site. When I worked with our other female network admin on projects, it was always noted how rare it was to have not one, but two women on the team. There are not a lot of women in the field.

In one conference call to discuss a technical issue, I was working with 2 administrators from another site. Both male. One of them had worked with me many times. The other was new. At one point during the troubleshooting, when I had double checked my side and asked them to do so as well, the new guy said to the other guy (without muting his phone): “I don’t think this chick knows what she is doing.” The other guy, to his credit, responded by indicating that I was very good at my job.

I replied “this chick is smart enough to mute her phone when she says something rude about someone. Please check your configuration, particularly the NAT rules. You will probably find that something has been mis-typed, or that there is a rule missing completely for the impacted IP addresses.”

Which turned out to be the case.

Even though I am an extremely competent person in any job I have held, I was being treated like a token. A placeholder. Not real. I am not typically quick to perceive sexism, I don’t think, but these calls are a pretty good representation of it.

You can also be a relationship token. The one that is good enough to hang out with if no one better is available and gets dropped when someone in a push-up bra walks by. People who “tokenize” other people typically aren’t very smart in their actual choices. That is why they keep coming back, I suppose, but because they don’t see you as real, they don’t want to keep you.

And now my brain has audibly clicked into the off position.
I do hope I will be able to complete a thought soon.
I miss thoughts…

Random thoughts about things I think about

I have been feeling a bit..positive..but overwhelmed lately.
It seems like there is a lot of shit to keep track of and I don’t feel much like doing it. Keeping track, I mean.

For instance, I really need to get my car serviced.
Fuck. Hang on. I am going to make the appointment now.
Done.

OK. Now remind me to check my oil the next time I am near my car when it’s light outside. Thanks.

Also? If someone could remind me to go to an ATM and see if my new card works, that would be great.

And I need to make sure I remember to buy milk because I am having a whole lot of people over for cereal on Sunday. I wonder if I have enough Pop Tarts?

I don’t really have that much stuff to keep track of compared to most people. My life is really pretty simple. Maybe I have been doing too much social stuff and not spending enough time alone. That does make me a little dumb.

Or, maybe I am overthinking this and just need to get over myself and make a fucking list.

Nah. Overthinking?! Me??!

So, yes. Definitely too much focus on the social, which makes me all muzzy. It’s the introvert’s dilemma: to meet new people, you have to go out. Going out makes an introvert mentally and emotionally tired. If you go out and it goes well, they want to see you again. Which is more going out.

So I am handling it by having 15 or 20 people over this weekend. That will put an end to any semblance of sanity. Then I will hole up and not see anyone for a week. Except Paddy. We sing on Monday. After Monday, I will do introvert hibernation. I’ve only been able to get a few nights a week. I think I need more than that..

I only have one other social thing this weekend, so that is good. And bad. Kinda wish I had a social thing with this one guy, but I don’t…

Oh well. Things are really pretty great right now, in spite of my relative inability to keep track of simple domestic tasks. Or write a coherent post.

Life is good!

Maybe I write better when I have more angst.

Don’t care. Happy.

An imaginary conversation about inviting a man over

So you have a second date with that guy? That’s cool!

Yeah, I’m looking forward to it.

What are you going to do?

We’re going to have lunch and drinks, and then hang out at my place.

No. Bad idea.

Yes. Good idea.

Are you nuts?

Yes, but it has nothing to do with inviting someone over

What if he’s an axe murderer?

If you saw how skinny he is, you wouldn’t be so worried.

It has nothing to do with size.

Really? I thought size was important…

It’s not funny! I don’t want you do do this! You can’t just trust someone you have only met one time.

How many times do I have to meet someone before I can trust them? Would he be more trustworthy after 5 dates?

You are avoiding the point on purpose. It would be safer to meet in a public place.

We did. And I ascertained that he isn’t likely to be a psycho…and that I can physically kick his ass if I need to.

What are you going to do that you can’t do in public anyway?

Do you really want me to answer that?

Yeah. What is it you want to do that you can’t do in a pub or at the movies?

Suck his cock. They get really mad if I do that in the pub. I checked.

Be serious!

You don’t think I should suck his cock at the pub, do you?

What is wrong with you?

Oh, a lot of stuff. So, you disagree that it would be better if I took him to my place to suck his cock?

Oh my God. You have lost your mind!
NO.

You’re probably right.

Thank you. I can’t believe you were even considering it.

I should really just fuck him instead. If I suck his cock first, he might not be able to follow through on all of our planned activities.

You’re killing me.

What? It’s true.

Can’t you just tell me to mind my own business like a normal person?

Apparently not.

OK OK. I have learned my lesson. But you’re kidding about this, right?

Seriously?

Yes.

I think you need to review that lesson you said you just learned.

Come on–just tell me!

What part? The part about fucking?
Did I mention that I asked him to bring a friend? You can come over and watch if you are worried about my safety. I’ll have to ask him how he feels about that, he might not be into voyeurs…

Do not do this. Do not.

What was that about minding your own business?

I will, I promise. I learned my lesson. This time I really mean it.

Good.

But you’re kidding about the friend, right?

Good night, Nosey Nellie.

Kidding?

Hanging up now.

Good night.

So, did you want me to text you when he leaves and let you know how big his dick is?

Oh my God! Stop!

I can’t help it now.

No. No more details. No matter what I ask you.

Deal. Wait, do you think I should ask him to shave his balls before he comes over?

Stop! Stop!

Sweet dreams…

I’ll never sleep again.

Thanks for being worried though. Really.