I ended yesterday’s blog with
talking about “our generation” but today I thought I would give myself some
credit on what I did in support of all those young women out there.
First of all it is important to
me to give credit to my parents, in particular to my father, who raised me up
to believe 100% in my value as a human being, not as a woman. He always said I could
be anything I wanted to be and he never put me in a box that said “doing women’s
work”. He believed in me to become a professional in any category that I wished
to go into doctor, lawyer, engineer. My mother led by example with a work ethic
by ensuring that I had chores, dish duty, baby sitting and so on. She didn’t
expect me to do anything that she couldn’t do herself; she was the one who
repaired the closet doors, cut the grass, dug in the trees and ran the
household, including the financial end of things. She painted both the inside
and outside of the house and after a couple of memorable attempts at
wallpapering with Dad decided it was easier to use one of the kids as her
helper! Talking with her girlfriends and sisters they all agreed “never
wallpaper with a husband, it is a disaster in arguments”.
I took 3 years of working before
I decided to go to university. In those years I learned to stand up for myself
in a quiet sort of way. When I was unhappy in one of my jobs I quietly looked
for another job and politely gave 2 weeks’ notice which seemed the correct
thing to do. But the cows who I worked with (7 of them) decided to dump all the
crap work on me for those 2 weeks; I called on the first Friday and told the
lead woman “I am not coming in again”. She
said “but you gave 2 weeks’ notice” and I said “I am sorry but I am not going
to be misused”. She replied “you are a
very unusual girl”. I said “good bye”.
When I left my job at Boss
Industries I tried to avoid telling my boss the truth because I felt it was
important for him to know that I was leaving because I was not being given a
salary commensurate with the volume of work I was doing. He offered me a huge
raise but I said “but it’s too late now, we will have bad feelings”. He was a
lovely man and said “Susanne, there is something more going on here.” So I told
him that I had decided to go to university because I felt I could do better in the
long run with more education. So we ended on a friendly and happy note.
When did I start getting tough,
you wonder? When I was 27 and left another lovely boss to work for a senior
lawyer (in the same firm) because I would get almost $300 more a month by
making the jump. He said “you are dumping me like a sack of potatoes” and I
said “Jamie, I like you but it’s all about the money. I don’t work for the fun
of it!” He was shocked that I would say something like that to anyone but for
heaven’s sake, isn’t that why we go to work? The money?
From that time onwards I was very
hardnosed when it came to my job. I worked hard but I almost always left after
2 years to get more money across the street. I learned quickly that the best
raise was the one you got when you hired on at a new job. Negotiate, negotiate,
negotiate. I am proud to say that in three areas of endeavor (law, engineering
and oil and gas) I have a reputation as “the best” and have been head-hunted
countless times. Calgary downtown is a small community and when you gain a
reputation as a professional work horse you are Golden. Added to that are
qualities of team player, approachability and never saying no to colleagues. I was
an excellent mentor to younger folks coming up and I can proudly say that my
work patterns are still used in most of the places I have left.
And how many people can say that?