I worked for five years of a typical male profession, or at least over 90 percent were men. It was a wonderful time. It could have happened to a collective, but there was no gender discrimination. I had to leave for personal reasons. I went to a company again for the typical men's job. The very first day, my new colleague freaked me out of talking. He's been talking about the Feb. well, you heard... well, hotels plus vulgar language-I'm used to, but it was times more than normal. Then he apologized to me, but you feel like I'm personal. On the second day, you said I wasn't getting up... I cried, drank, and cursed and cursed him for three days. I was transferred to another department in a typical female position. Yes, but I'm disgusted with her, and the situation isn't rosy. They call me -- can't you fry, bake, your wife... I'm waiting for winter to pass, pay my bills, feed my child, and next year, god forbid, to go where I want to go and work what is my destiny, my profession, and my vocation. Although it's a typically male job. And yet. I can't lift walls, I can't lift hard, I can't change a tire- but I'm human. Forgive me- I just wanted to share...
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