As we discussed on twitter last Monday morning, what kind of sadist sets up a team meeting at 8.30 on a Monday morning?
That’ll be my boss
Because even with the best will in the world, unless everything is perfectly stacked up and I can just thrust the small people into the hands of New Nanny the moment she arrives (which isn’t really the thing after a weekend and a need to catch up on what has happened) then I am always going to be 5 minutes late. Visibly, perpetually not quite able to be there at the right time.
Because if I look around the meeting, out of all the senior team in the room, on a good day there are 3 women in a room of 30+ people… oh yes, yet again we are self selecting ourselves out of being there, being seen, being able to do a client facing job.
Because you see, this so called family friend organisation, doesn’t appear to be able to cope with women working in client facing roles.
Because it appears that the assumption is that we working mums are working on the same platform as the working dads in the group. As in we have a wife at home looking after our children, doing the laundry, doing the cooking, acting as fall back.
Except that I don’t have a wife at home, nor do I have a house husband.
You see, I live in a relationship where both of us work, both of us are at about the same point in our careers, both of us continue to be driven.
So I find myself competing at work against people with a whole lot of support behind them and to be frank, I can’t compete.
Take last week.
I was on my own at home, Mr was away from Monday through Friday and so I was doing it all but single handedly. And yes it was a terrible week at work for me. Working until 3am, back in at 8.30 (just, by the skin of my teeth) was a low point but you know what I did it.
I don’t want a medal for getting through this week. Actually on reflection, I would quite like a medal but that’s not going to happen.
All I would like is that some of realisation from my colleagues that perhaps it isn’t a level playing field, that perhaps without a support team at home I live a different type of life and most importantly that it means very little, that I’m still good at my job and that yes, having to go home to work doesn’t make me a bad person, it just means I can carry on working at home and that shouldn’t be a bad thing
Except that it appears that in the corporate world the only thing that counts it being there for some ridiculously early morning meeting.