I would argue that it's not a boy/girl thing in the sense of genetically ingrained, but rather that, in general, it's not socially expected. Mr. Jane can be really thoughtful and sweet, but it's not as fundamental for him to worry about whether I'm comfortable.

This is why I say a certain degree of considerateness. I absolutely do not think it's intentional. Maybe, like you say, more nurture than nature. I've had a non-jerk in my life amazed because when I knew he was coming over I made sure to have Coke in the fridge (I'm a Pepsi drinker, he detests it); or the one who was amazed that I brought him pepper (that he hadn't asked for and which I generally don't use, but he always did) when I went back into the restaurant for napkins. Not that I'm such a paragon of awesomeness, just brains running in slightly different grooves, I suppose.

A hearty congratulations and thank you to our Boy Bitches who have bucked convention.

Yes, this!

and have I mentioned that my TV is dead? this is no way to be sick

Oh noooooes! Adding insult to injury! Please tell me you've got DVD's and a working computer at least?

Yay, askye!

Glaring is fine. I think I'll be ignoring when I finally get home.

Fingers remaining crossed, askye!

Glaring is fine.

*glares Eastward at (accidentally) thoughtless DH*

I just got a good one!

Me: [Company Name], this is DJ!
Dumbass: Is this [government agency]?
Me: No, this is [Company name], can I help you?
Dumbass: Oh, I thought this was [government agency]...
Me:...No sir.
Dumbass: Can I just go in and get [whatever it was]
Me: Uhm, you'll have to ask [government agency]
Dumbass:Are you sure you're not [government agency]
Me:Yes sir.
Dumbass: Cause I thought you were...

Hooray Suzi! Looking forward to more details so I can squee along.

Job~ma for askye.

Sympathy for Daisy Jane. Not eating for that long makes everything else that much more aggravating. Not the time for DH to come over all clueless.

I got all my medical invoices from 2007 today. Yay? One of them is billing me for more than my insurance claim says I should pay. Sigh.

reads DJ's post...has sudden urge to kiss occasionally sucky job which almost never requires me to answer Customer calls...

Ha! on the Dumbass call. Those are my favorites. Because, really, you might be mistaken.

That last one just made me laugh. You know, since the phone isn't ringing off the hook with other stupid questions and I don't have a million things to do right now.

I helped sell NYE tickets at the bar one afternoon and Mr. Jane was all, "You're going to get a ton of stupid annoying questions" Dude. It's. What. I. Do. He wasn't wrong though, "What kind of bar is it? Is it fun?"

Is it fun?

It's really not. You shouldn't come here.

ION: Finally got my Econ grade - A! W00t! The successful end of the toughest semester I've done in quite a while!

It's really not. You shouldn't come here.

Right!?! I also was asked, after confirming that it's a neighborhood bar /everybody welcome (after being asked if it was a gay bar) bar /fun bar, if we'd have a full bar. People, sheesh.