<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Bottles on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/bottles/</link><description>Recent content in Bottles on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 10 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/bottles/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Bottling Problems</title><link>/stories/2015/05/10/bottling-problems/</link><pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/05/10/bottling-problems/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This morning started like it would be a wonderful spring day. The sun was warm, not a single cloud in the sky, birds singing and the smell of nature growing again. As I entered the building, I had no idea how bad it would turn. I started by reading my email and some websites about technology news before removing my high heels and putting on my safety shoes. I am an engineer. Not an easy job in manufacturing as there is a lot of sexism. Every guy on the floor who doesn&amp;rsquo;t know me tries to tease me or worst harass me. I quickly shut them off except for a few of them and those really don’t like it when I get to them. It is the only way to get respected in that almost exclusively male environment when you measure only 5 feet 2 inches.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>