Jesus Christ I'm calling you, to see if you're interested in a 70k a year job. We're getting along nicely and then you end with "Thank you, honey".

Really, fucking, really?

I know I probably sound like I'm 8 on the phone, but I'm still an adult. I'm not your girlfriend, your daughter or your wife. I'm an adult person with your email, cellphone, and home address.

However I really want to fill this position because it would mean a monster commission for me. Like two weeks of pay additional money. So I will shut my mouth and complain to GT. Feminism fail, probably. Wallet win, necessity.

(I also recognize in the grand scheme of sexism this is petty but I needed to rant.)