The First Days in the Shop

All of the production workers in the bakery are male Mexican immigrants.  I felt intimidated walking into the shop to work for the first time, carrying my red tool box, having heads turn and eyes follow me as I walked across the painted cement floor with a little insecurity in my step.  I do not really speak Spanish.  I am female and of European descent.  I have a college education.  I am over the age of 35.  I told myself from the beginning that I would never fit in and be one of the "guys".  How could I be?  I couldn't even understand what they were talking about; only two of the 15 employees could speak English.  I would come in, work and leave.  I would not feel bad about being alone.  I was not there to make friends, I was there to build a pastry department.