I was never a fan of having what I call an “invisible job,” one of those jobs where you do the job that any one of hundreds of people could do, where you are easily replaceable, where people don’t really notice you, cause you are just the [fill in title of crap job here]. I haven’t had an invisible job in a while. In fact, I’ve felt very visible at my last few positions. Do you know what I’ve noticed, now that I’m one of those very visible people? I’ve noticed that men keep staring at my breasts, and it’s really annoying the shit out of me. Do men seriously think that women fail to notice every time their eyes keep wandering from a woman’s eyes to breasts and back again? What the hell!?

Today I was yearning to be invisible and study for my First Amendment exam. Instead, I felt like I was thrown to the wolves. Know where I was? At a SENIOR CENTER! I have never…ever…been asked out to dinner more times in one day in my entire life! Nor have I ever felt dirtier when getting up from my seat to walk to the ladies’ room. Apparently, I walk like I date black men (I have no idea what that means…but I was assured that it was quite the high compliment…). It is very difficult to give mortgage information to people who just keep interrupting you to tell you how nice you are to look at. I swear I felt more like I was in a prison than in a damn senior center…

…just ridiculous.