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"Dealing with the male race" Today is one of those days that I wish I stayed in bed. Well to be honest that actually started yesterday. Let me be very honest with you, I LOVE MY JOB, but what I don't love is the male ego. I am by no means a feminist but these two days made me want to smack a man on the side of the head. I've heard the saying, 'Common sense isn't a flower that grows in everyone's garden" but really why did we get a brain if not for using it even in a small capacity. The work I do is a male and female dominant job but I work in a sector that is 95% male dominated. For some reason that means I, as a woman, can not give any advice or make any contribution to how something here should work. Well, BULLSHIT. I believe anyone can make a contribution to make something better, or at least be given an opportunity to try. So yesterday I raised my opinion and I didn't take no for an answer, do you know I good that felt. I