He asked, “what do you see yourself doing in the next 3 years in your personal life, aside from this job?” I heard, “you are a young female, do you intend to have children in the near future?”
This doozy of a question came in interview number one of the seven that I completed in the last three months. Out of the seven interviews, I was offered and accepted three positions and resigned from two. I know what you are thinking— who quits two jobs in three months? I have learned a lot over the last few years and even more so since taking my first shot at adulthood. Workplace culture is something that I had heard a lot about but never really given much thought to. Of course, we all want a job with a safe and happy work environment, but we also really want to be able to afford rent.
I didn’t take the job with the interview I mentioned above. In fact, I was not even offered it. This is probably because the interviewer interrupted me mid-sentence to tell me that I spoke way too fast and continuously referred to me as “dear”. Fast forward a few interviews later to the woman that actually laughed out loud when my experience being a makeup artist came up in casual conversation. She said it was probably best that I had left it off my resume. You don’t even want to hear about the man that continuously asked to see my computer tabs and referred to me as the “office lady”.
Each blow hit me like a brick and I began to wonder if I would ever find a position in which I would receive an ounce of respect. I was angry. I have a really large immediate family, most of which are female. When you grow up with four sisters and a successful and ambitious mother, you think little of the biases that surround wearing winged eyeliner every day and not being hired because you are at society’s ideal childbearing age. My brothers and father always encouraged us to do anything we wanted, whether that was ordering a poutine with a slice of processed cheese on it in front of a boy or telling that same boy off when he glares at it in disgust.
I was painfully aware of the disadvantages women faced but I was privileged enough not to encounter them every day. This is why a string of mildly off-putting events put this Aries into a week-long tirade of misery. The reality is, sometimes life is unfair and sometimes life looks over your shoulder every thirty minutes to make sure you are doing your job. As it turns out, drowning in a bottle of Shiraz doesn’t stop that from happening, it just makes your hangover even more unbearable. Don’t accept the crap people throw at you, throw it back and don’t forget that you are probably angry for a reason (even if you are an Aries). As for me, I am onto bigger and better things in a new position. Never forget the power of your roar.