Don wore leather jackets, and drove Mustangs
there were five hairs growing out of his bald head
When I got hired, he was the only male psychologist
then he retired.
I phoned Lorraine… “Central Services…”
“Hi Lorraine—I need protocols.”
“You are just like Don,” she said.
My first year, I was ambitious
My second year, I wanted to rule the roost
My third year, I was hen-pecked
My fourth year…
“You are just like Don,” the lead psychologist said.
Female psychologists can get inside your head
I got the feeling, I was male
and not much else
the lead psychologist was always helping me
while gathering information
to use against me
“Andy has a question…”
“You don’t know that?”
A man might say, “Not okay.”
But in the world of women, everything is indirect
When I was applying for an administrative job
the PhD psychologist said, “Oh—you should apply for the data analyst position—you would be perfect for that!”
I looked it up
15 dollars an hour—clerical
a slap in my face
Don talked about boats, all day
Now I know why
he was trying to stay afloat
after he pulled-out
his hair.