In the misogynistic, uncouth and Neanderthal world that is my work, it appears that there are glimmers of progress.
Yesterday, I found out that we had recently built a parent’s room – a quite place where little babies could be fed in peace. Two things here: (1) someone has considered that people are so busy that they may bring their kiddies to work; and (2) they’re happy to accommodate them.
As I say, miracles.
If you talk to enough people, some of them may just hear you.
I was fortunate to share a car trip with a colleague. We had to present to one of the functions about our respective areas of expertise: he on shopper trends, me on customer trends. The car drive took three hours each way and we talked about our backgrounds. During this chat, he mentioned that he could use a person like me in his team.
When we got back to the office, he got the ball rolling. Now, I’ve had discussions with his boss and it looks like I may be switching departments soon. I don’t want to count my chickens before they hatch, and it’s a long way to go before I sign a new contract, it’s evidence that doing something can make a difference. Sometimes, it’s also about a bit of luck.
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