the perks and pitfalls of a woman working a man's job

Hmmm... Seems I'm not as antisocial as I thought myself out to be. Even though I've only been to the construction site several times these past few days, people already seem to know me. And even though I managed to antagonize my main contact there, the other engineers are on joking terms with me and have already invited me to their get-together on Friday. Haha.

Speaking of the construction site, going there is plain exhausting--and I mean both physically and mentally. When I go to the work area, I have to wear PPE just like everyone else. Which means I have to wear a hard hat, a way oversized reflectorized vest and size 10 boots for my size 5 feet--seems all workers have really big feet. Geez. Not an easy task at all. The hard hat and vest I could manage--it's the boots that make me wanna cry. Can you say kid playing dress up? Only a hundred times worse since I could barely walk without them threatening to fall off every other step. Sheesh. And don't even get me started on how hot it is at the site. My goodness.

And yeah, since the male to female ratio at the site is about 50:1 I have to endure the stares all throughout the time I'm there. Like I'm some kind of a freak for being there in my ill-fitting PPE when I have no business in that oh-so-macho world. Sometimes makes me wanna just shout I'm a fuckin' licensed engineer, you morons, and I fuckin' earned the right to be here! Honestly. Not that I'm saying I'm superior to anybody, but I hate being looked at like I'm just some piece of ass with no intellectual capacity. I'm not. I may be caught off-guard sometimes, but most of the time I'm actually a rational-thinking being, thanks very much.

Well, so much for ranting about that.

Despite everything, I actually like being there with the technical team. One of the boys and all, their driver and project engineer. Nux. Haha.