Call Me A Secretary and Die!

I had a ROUGH day today.
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I mean rough, lump in your throat, about to burst into tears when the custodian looks at you funny, kind of day.
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Someone commented to me that my desk was so messy. My desk is expressionistic and clearly a reflection of the many things that are on my mind. (Isn't there a saying about that?) I suppose if you're lame, my desk is... cluttered. It isn't dirty or seething with germs. Just some organized chaos that works perfectly fine for me.
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I was already a bit on edge... So my response was to SNAP. "LISTEN," I narrowed my eyes and showed my teeth, Gaga-style. "I will never comment on another person's fashion... hygiene.... cleanliness.... weight.... ANYTHING! So how is it okay for anyone else to nitpick me over the organization of my personal space?"
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The response I got was irrelevant. What matters is that I stood up for myself, something I'm making a point to do more of.
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Speaking of which, it's completely unacceptable for someone to refer to an Executive Assistant as a "secretary" nowadays.
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While there are times I'm not the most politically correct human being on earth, this is one thing I've always known is not appropriate. I'm so not a fan of titles. Actually, until my title is something including Queen or Master, I refuse to join Linkedin. But college kids of recent past, present and future have NO excuse to demean Executive Assistants to the office equivalent of a racial slur. COME ON. You grew up with Ugly Betty. And uh, I think at this point, if you haven't caught on to the correct office vernacular, you better get that foot out of the door.
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That is all ;)