Its Raining (Wo)men

I was just thinking about all the jobs I've held, they've all been quite different yet they all have one aspect that is identical - a complete lack of the male species. My first job at a sandwich shop had a manager at first, who trained me, but soon was replaced by a female manager once he moved up the ranks. I worked with all other women, who ran the place and with whom I worked alongside.

My very part-time temporary, hiccup of a summer job at a warehouse had me working with all women with just a manager or so who were male. Whom I barely saw or interacted with.

My second job at my university gallery, I worked under a female director and curator and an almost entirely female work staff, with a smattering of men who worked part-time or as work study students like me, but with whom I was paired with only once or twice.

My third and most recent job at a women's (um a shocker this one should be!) clothing store, I barely even ever SEE any men apart from a few tag-along husbands/significant others/dutiful sons, let alone work with them.

It was just a funny thought that struck me, and we shall see what my next "post" holds. (pun so intended, i.e. blog and work)

Unstimulated Memories

Do you ever just randomly smell or have a taste in your mouth for something that you haven't experienced in a really long time?

While I was putting away clothes at work the other day, I suddenly "tasted" Kaybee's ice cream. Its fairly odd, considering we had stopped having Kaybee's ice cream while we were still living there. But I could taste it, feel the texture and smell the wonderful essencey coffee flavour while going up and down trying to figure which one of the 10 different kinds of black pants the store carries was the one in my hand.

Every time I have an odd sensory memory flash triggered for no particular reason it makes me think of all the different things just logged away in our gray matter, ready to pop out at any given moment. Its fairly fantastic the way our brains work.