I used to work at a large wholesale plumbing store. There were 40 men, one crass woman, and me. Little, five-foot six, redheaded me.
In this dreamland full of Jacuzzis, pipes, and toilets, I was the receptionist. The “Manager” put my dear crass coworker and myself in the very back of the store, in a room labeled the ‘Showroom’. The ‘Showroom’ consisted of about 10 bathtubs, 30 toilets, 15 bathroom sinks, 5 kitchen sinks, a wide variety of faucets, and dust. Lots and lots of dust.
Oh, I almost failed to mention my phone. Silly me!
Homebuilders and plumbers would come into the Showroom ever so often to browse our selection and pick what they wanted in their homes. I learned very quickly that I too, was mainly hired to be on display.
The plumbers would come to the very back of the store quite frequently to chat with me. I acquired much knowledge about plumbing while I was there, which comes in very handy. I learned about “nipples”(if you don’t know what they are, you’re not missing much) and donkey d**ks (a lovely description for plumbing hardware).
Unfortunately, my bliss had to end when my “Manager”, who harassed me daily about how worthless women were, made one last comment about my underwear. I now, have a job where I am forced to blog all day long and actually exercise my mind. I am supported and respected by my clever coworkers. Poor me.