Stuart came into my office for a chat about some problems he had with understanding a budget I’d done. He was quite gruff with me, and he left me a bit peeved when he departed. What made it worse was that there were a couple of errors in there. Then I started to realise that he always treats me the same as he treats the blokes, which is probably why we think he’s sexist, whereas Norman is always getting me coffee and treading on eggshells if he thinks I’m in a bad mood. Maybe it’s Norman who’s the sexist. I do want to be treated as an equal, but not completely equal. I don’t mind a bit of patronizing every now and then. If only the blokes could figure out how I want to be treated at any given time. I mean, it’s all about me, right?