Back in the pre-Christmas madness, I sent my partner a cross email. It detailed The Last Straw, which was an exchange with a random stranger on the other end of the phone:
Jet: *calls insurance broker*
Some Guy: *answers*
Jet: “Hi, I need to speak to someone about adding a driver to a motor policy.”
Some Guy: “I’ll put you through to Karen, but she’s on the phone, and you know girls, they’re on the phone a lot. HAHAHA.”
Jet: “…thank you, but I don’t really appreciate the generalisation.”
Some Guy: “I was only joking!” *immediate hold music*
With the further comment:
Right! That is it! I am going to make a blog detailing all this little, niggling CRAP that is the world trying to tell me I am less a hundred times a day. Perhaps it will make me less pissed off. I will call it I AM NOT A CAKE.
And there you have it. Whether the effect will be to make me less pissed off or more – well, I’ll keep you informed.