Really? *Really*?

The other day one of the stewards working at gig for which I was Head Steward noticed that my name badge was off-kilter. Instead of saying anything, he reached over to me - while I was telling him to get back to his door because he wasn't assigned "wandering aimlessly around the venue" for the intermission, jeez - and adjusted the name badge while said badge was still on my chest.

Yeah. Personal space, mister.

Then, two days later at a casual dinner for the incoming students, one of the new guys started eating chips/fries off my plate without asking. I wasn't going to finish them, but jeez. We just met, we're not dating, and just because I was right about Baghdad being a part of the Ottoman empire* doesn't mean you can eat my food.

*I said yes, he said no. I showed him proof on Wikipedia on my phone, but he wasn't satisfied until he pulled out his laptop and checked for himself. Jeez. Etc.

Taken together with last week's "man time" (heh, still funny)... I'm really valuing time spent with my considerate feminist male friends.

(I've also got a cold growing in its annoying-ness, but that's a separate issue.)

((And have to write a conference paper next week after I get my upgrade submission finalized.))

(((And am stewarding a bit more frequently than usual this month.)))

((((*headdesk*))))