A Blog of Her Own

Somebody’s gotta be interested in how I feel, just ’cause I’m here and I’m real.

Because A Penis Is Not Worth 23 Cents More Than A Vagina… April 18, 2008

Filed under: bloggy blog, feminism, jobby-job, me, work — Shaba @ 5:48 pm

Woo Equal Pay Day.

Yup. I’ve seen it. It exists.

A coworker of mine, female, incredibly good at her job, was taking about this very subject yesterday. She has held her important, but extremely undesirable job in health care for years. She’s the woman who irate patients call and yell at when their bills don’t make sense or they don’t understand the mountains of confusing health insurance paperwork. She has to explain to hundreds of senior citizens that their secondary health insurance does not cover the entirety of what Medicare doesn’t cover. She has to set up payment plans with patients who don’t have health insurance because they make too much money to qualify for aid, but not enough to buy their own insurance plan.

No one wants her job.

She doesn’t want her job. Actually she moved over to a different position within the hospital and was very happy there. The Corporation hired a male replacement and everyone was happy, for a while. Then Male Replacement was fired for not doing his job and lying on his resume. Female Coworker was asked to come back intermittently. Female Coworker finds out that Male Replacement was given a starting salary of about 10,000 dollars more than she was making after 10 years in the position. Because he lied on his resume and has a penis.

Now Female Coworker is back in the position that she hates because Corporate says, “Female Coworker, can you go back to your old job for a while? We won’t offer you the same as Male Replacement because you don’t have the level of education that he lied about having” and Female Coworker has kids and if she says, “No, Corporate, I really don’t want to, unless you pay me what Male Replacement was making” Corporate will say, “Ok, well, see ya around. Good luck finding a new job!”

So, even though Female Coworker does a better job than Male Replacement and has more experience in the position, she gets the shaft.

 

Ditching the Deadlines April 18, 2008

Filed under: 20 something, bloggy blog, how i roll — Shaba @ 12:49 am

If you’re an avid reader, or simply a person who has had the pleasure of knowing me in real life, you know I’m indecisive. It’s my worst trait. It’s the one thing that when prodded, my friends will admit they don’t like about me. This is cool because I wholeheartedly agree with them. I’ve used it on scholarship applications and interviews, “I’m the reason ice cream places invented the twist”. I want both, I want it all, and I don’t want to have to decide. It’s the reason I started college as a English AND Health Science major. It’s the reason I so often find myself beating my head against the wall. And when you mix my indecision with my overwhelming curiosity and wide variety of interests you get a dangerous concoction.

So, I’m trying to change that. I’ve already started. I narrowed it down. I took a good look at my multiple life lists, the things I want to do before I die, the goals I have for myself and I started crossing things out. You may have noticed that the 101 in 1001 is gone. I’ve realized I put too much pressure on myself. This is partially the reason I never keep new years resolutions. The chance of failure is too high, and the failure to meet a goal makes my self-esteem plummet in a way that few other things do. I’ve decided that Gretchen is right. I live too much of my life in an attempt to complete and tally the next item on my list. Today, I proclaim my actual goals and my ability to say, “It’s ok” if I don’t ever accomplish my multitudes of other aspirations. I started thinking about what I would really regret NOT ever accomplishing. And really, that list is quite short. I want to write a book. That’s all. Everything else is optional.

I’m working on keeping this in mind. As long as I’m healthy, happy, and one day apply enough butt glue to pound out a decent manuscript, I have succeeded. Everything else is just the frosting to my cupcake.

Now that doesn’t mean I’m going to be letting myself just exist and no longer aspire for bigger and better things for myself; nor does it mean that I’m getting the glue out today. Instead I’m focusing on letting life happen. Letting me decide when I send a surprise package, go away for a weekend, or learn to play the piano, not a silly “expiration date”.