"Yes, I know how to send a fax"

The ample amount of free time that has recently become my life, coupled with the raging inner feminist in me dying to get out, has rekindled my desire to keep up with my blog.

I'm currently temping at a Firm Which Shall Not Be Named in New York City, and it is currently testing my level of tolerance for the amount of mind-numbing time I can endure.  However, periodically, I am asked to do something.

Now, a little background--I am the administrative assistant for 4 gentlemen who are too lazy (or maybe too busy, or maybe too rich, I can't decide) to do the mundane tasks I am asked to do.  Imagine Tevia from Fiddler on the Roof, multiply it by 4, add a modern day spin that includes yelling incessantly about closing deals, and I've accurately depicted my current environment.

So while I'm being paid an unusually large sum of money given the level of responsibility I have, I cannot help but see this as a situation that shatters my hope that a woman's place in the world has really progressed all that much.

I have now been asked 3 times by the gentlemen that I work for: "Do you know how to send a fax?"

Oh wait? What? That little special machine with buttons and numbers on it?  And a tray to put papers in?

YES, I KNOW HOW TO SEND A FAX.

I can't help but wonder if a male were sitting at this desk if he would be asked the same insulting question.