When You Assume, You Make A Sexist Out Of… Just You, Usually

I’m a female executive at the local branch of a major company. I am specifically the regional reports manager. A guy walked into the room we had booked for a meeting and saw me already seated in the room waiting.

Guy: “Hi, sweetheart, if you could fix me up a coffee real quick, I’m meeting with the regional reports manager in like five minutes. Thanks, darling.”

I shot him my coldest glare.

Me: “I am the regional reports manager.”

His face went utterly pale.

Throughout the whole meeting, the man was shaking like a leaf. Every time I glanced at him, rivulets of sweat started running down his face. It would have been almost funny if it wasn’t so pathetic.

I’m going to talk with his manager after this. If this is his first offense, I want him written up. If it’s not, I want him fired. I’m also going to give his division some remedial diversity, inclusion, and courtesy training.