Please allow me to describe a creature to you, a machine designed to do your bidding; Programmed to obey your every demand without rebuttal or a murmur of complaint. It is a classic model, cased in burnished metal that glistens under the fluorescent lights of your office. This skin is tough enough to withstand the barrage of shots hurtled its way, suffering at most, a microscopic dent. And it is flawed enough to avoid reflecting back the treatment to which it has become subject. She, for that is her appearance, has the appearance of being forever ignorant of the abuse and accusations with which you so liberally tarnish her, but you only see one setting. You’re only greeted with the smiles and politeness that go hand-in-hand with the tasks she performs. You cannot see the endeavours to avoid retaliation or simply ignore the task at hand. Or note the well-shod feet that tiptoe by so careful not to offend. You may deny it, but this creature is intelligent, ne’er surviving if this were not the case. She knows when not to speak, and hold her tongue, when to teach, and when it’s simpler to complete the task herself on your behalf. Her work is not to benefit herself, but aims to ease your load and simplify your job. And when her job is done, you think nothing more of packing her away and returning her to the dingy office where silently she waits again to do your bidding. Please allow me to describe a woman, to you an admin assistant.