That's Ms. Brady to you

This probably won't come as news to you, but I have a boy's name. Or should I say, what's wrongly assumed by the general public to be a boy's name.

Yesterday, I tried to use the women's bathroom to no avail. Twice, I had to pee and was locked out. The women's bathroom was some guarded chamber, and I wasn't allowed in. My key card worked everywhere else. I had no problem getting into the office. I only encountered difficulty after drinking too much water.

It was my first day in the new office, and I didn't want to bother people working in administration any more than we newbies already had -- tours, key cards, meet-and-greets. But my bladder could only take it for so long. Anxiously holding it, I asked the nice lady behind the big desk if she knew why I wasn't being granted access to the bathroom.

It was because I was a boy, or at least the security system thought I was. When she created an account for me, she put me down as a man.

I don't think she'll be assuming anytime soon.