I'm under the weather. It's just a cold, but boy, oh boy, I'm feeling rotten. I guess I caught the virus my daughter had. She ended up getting a secondary bacterial infection. Poor thing. She's on antibiotics now and on the mend.

I'm not sure if I mentioned it or not, but I was supposed to have a breast biopsy last week. The radiologist was unable to biopsy due to the location of the calcifications. What that means is I have to see a surgeon now and undergo a lumpectomy so they can look at the tissue under a microscope. If it's all benign, then I will go on my merry way. If it's cancer, then I think radiation therapy is what they do. Of course, I've just been reading the internet, so it's not official to what the plan would be. I was disappointed to find out that I have to wait a little longer to see what's going on.

On the job front, I'm experiencing some gender discrimination. I know I might sound like a whiny woman but a couple of the men have admitted that they see the difference in how the women are treated at work. For instance, the boss never reprimands a man in front of the public, but has no qualms doing so to the women. And more than once, the boss has told the "girls" or "ladies" to vacuum when there were men standing in the same room. We are all hired and expected to do the same duties so the vacuuming comment is demeaning, to say the least. I've been denied training because I don't work enough hours only to find out that a man who works about the same per week as me is offered training. It's hard to believe it's 2011. Don't worry, I'm writing everything down.

So, the other day I was lamenting the vacuuming statement to my mom. She told me there was a job she was interested in at her work in 1984. It would have been a buyer for the company she worked for. At the time, I was 16 and my sister was 18. Her boss told her he would not consider her for the job because there would be some overnight travel and she had kids. Can you imagine if a man was told that? "I'm sorry, Mr. whoever, but you have kids and it's very important that you are around in the evenings to take care of them." My mom didn't fight it. She just accepted it as that was how it was. After hearing this from my mom, I became more determined than ever to report my boss and his actions to someone higher up in the company.