Wednesday, October 24, 2012
There is a glass ceiling- people like to pretend it's otherwise, but it's there, especially in a profession that's basically an extension of the Old Boys' Club. No matter how good you are, no matter where you come from or how far you've come, if you're lacking the equipment you're not in.
I know exactly why I was transferred overseas. I'm grateful for the opportunity, I am, and I've learned and continue to learn so much that I'll never, ever be able to regret to take that offer.
Still, the reasons for the transfer remain- unwritten, but projected large in every single promotion back at HQ. Getting texts, and tweets, and happy calls about it... I don't know, I DO feel happy for my former colleague, but at the same time, there's a little envy and bitterness interspersed with the joy.
Some of these could have- maybe should have- been mine.
But I'll bang against that glass ceiling until it turns see-through. I'll beat against it until it shatters.
People like me, I'm told, are the reason it's been built in the first place after all.