The Musings of an Unemployed Mind
Completely mindless rant from former world traveller now provincial dweller
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Subversive anti-feminism
And you know it wasn't the out and out "Show us yer tits" sexism.
But rather that sneaky little "real woman" sexism.
I have this job, and needless to say it is not my dream job - but at least I am working in marketing.
It is a huge organsiation and I have to deal with about 100 different clients each week, and really, there is only so many times a woman can say, "Sure, I can update that brochure for you." without wondering what the $40,000 HECS/HELP debt was for.
I decided I would just ask people for what I need from them, so I can give them what they need, and deliver a great campaign to get great results. Directly. I know I know new concept.
So I get called into a private meeting to discuss...well I didn't know.
Then I get "you need to find another way to ask questions, because it is very confronting."
Fine - "I have had complaints" Really. So I ask "About my work, or the deliverables?"
"No". "Just about the way you ask questions."
So......
(In my brain at this point I am thinking WTF!!!!! If I was a man, would you be speaking to me like that?)
"Try to be nicer."
Awesome.
(And I am still wondering what the HECS/HELP debt is for)
That was TOTALLY some sexism right?
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Don't it always seem to go, you don't know what you've got till it's gone
I am leaving Toowoomba.
So – I mourn:
My House: my lovely house; my home, built by a hard working man, with his own two hands. He made it posh were people could see, and saved where they couldn’t. So solid, water tight and unassuming. My boy built a fence, a patio, a kitchen, a bathroom, a vegetable garden, a front garden, a side garden, re did the roof, put in insulation, polished the floors, new carpet, along with re purposing furniture, studying and working.
(By Jingo – look how much you can get done when you’re committed.)
My Job: I learned so much at my job, and my boss was great for me. The friends I made at work have been lovely, and it was certainly a soft landing for me.
My position: Our house is so close to everything, I wish I had taken more advantage. Seriously – 1.2 km from a major department store, 400 m to two major bottle shops, 900 m to a cinema, pub restaurant, 300 m to pizza shop , video shop, chicken shop, butcher, GREAT fruit shop.... OMG why am I leaving??
The Parks: Walking Jake is much nicer in a park. He probs doesn’t know, but it is nice for me. So close as well. Hmmmm..
*not sure if this is helping*
I might have to get back to this.
The Christmas! The Christmas!
To Serve:
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Just as hard to mow
I wondered what a midlife crisis looks like when it happens to a woman.
A bit of cursory investigation on the interwebs came up with an article from Time Magazine from 2005. Not really what I was talking about but interesting nonetheless.
The bit I really liked is the line that says "women are natural marketers". Now that is something I can really get on board with.
Marketing can be a pretty rough gig. I used to joke with my team about getting first year marketing lecturers to start with "Everyone stand up. Now sit down anyone who is interested in making lots of money, getting constant praise, or being supported and nurtured in a job that has big budgets. Those of you still standing up ask yourself, and you handle when it all goes right and you get none of the credit and when it all goes wrong it is all your fault? If not, sit down. All of you still standing – welcome to marketing, and good luck!"
That being said, there is nothing quite like the first time you see a supersite billboard that you brainstormed, budgeted for, built into a IMC and you are getting measurable results from. That's a sight that really warms a girls heart.
Now that is the other thing I really like. Results. I am probably lucky (in more ways than one) that I was not working in the hey day of advertising in the late 50's or the mid eighties, because I am pretty mean with the budgets. I want to see OUTCOMES. Without a goal, a measureable one – all this is just pointless busy work.
Setting goals in marketing plans can be a challenge. I have found that business managers want to reach all the goals, but don't wish to expend the budget to do so. So I have been known to write goals on a corresponding sliding scale, just so they can get the picture. Conversely – trying to impress that twice as much budget will not necessarily deliver twice the goal, and that there is a minimum spend to reach any goals at all.
Makes all this marketing malarkey sound like a serious job doesn't it?
What do you guys think?
Saturday, July 02, 2011
Rolling in the Deep
But I think I can unequivocally say I am now done with the past. No longer do I flinch, no longer do I cry or wish for things to be different.
I have so many things in my life that have proved to be more fulfilling, lasting and understanding, that I am unsure what ever was the previous obsession.
Adele sing about finding "someone like you", but now I know, I don't want some one like that. I want someone so much more, with integrity, ethics, morals - and a sense of perspective.
Luckily I am surrounded by them.
So I raise a glass to the present and the future, am thankful for the past...... but am so fucking glad its over.
so to rewrite Adele just for a moment.
I wish nothing but the best for you...So forget me, I beg,
You'll remember I once said, it hurts, but it's better instead....
Oh baby, it hurt but in the long run its better instead....
Friday, April 15, 2011
A.A. Gill – inside my head
Please find following the AA Gill story about Dubai – on Vanity Fair.
It is like he got inside my head and told my story…
Whilst I am privileged to have spent time in Dubai – to go to university and not work – I didn't have the easiest time. Something about it always struck me as empty and desperately hollow. There weren't a lot of morals to be found – the majority of people were just out for themselves. There were very few conversations had about anything deeper than your last holiday, your next car or how much money you made on your last deal. I was lucky enough to find some people who I would truly call friends – but they (and their open minds, and generous spirits) were in the minority.
Dubai – amazing place to visit but you wouldn't want to live there (or to go back there as the case may be).
Thursday, March 24, 2011
March – and all that entails
I heard that you're settled down,
That you found a girl and you're married now,
I heard that your dreams came true,
Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you,
Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light,
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it,
I had hoped you'd see my face,
And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over,
Never mind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead, yeah,
You know how the time flies,
Only yesterday was the time of our lives,
We were born and raised in a summer haze,
Bound by the surprise of our glory days,
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it,
I had hoped you'd see my face,
And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over,
Never mind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Nothing compares,
No worries or cares,
Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made,
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?
Never mind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Never mind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead.
Friday, March 04, 2011
Don’t you know that (old) white men can’t negotiate?
I have spent part of the day in a 'workshop' with a group of people from across my organisation to discuss (again) a matter of importance.
So the discussion pretty much goes like this:
- It's not my fault
- We need more…money people time
- That doesn't apply to me (or the I'm special rant)
I try not to pay too much attention to it. Because all it does is wind me up. So I think about my farm, or other things I need to do at work, or my boy or… well… you know.
The biggest issue I have is to keep my unvalidated, possibly unhelpful opinions to myself. All that really happens I that I get a very sore tongue (from biting it so hard) and a headache.
I am trying to be much more zen of philosophical about it and think in terms of moral objectivism.
Ethics and morals are supposedly interchangeable as words – in fact one is from the latin root and the other from the greek.
And of course the view we have now is one (morals) is more driven by organisations or communities – such as organised religion – and the other (ethics) is driven from a personal point of view.
So my own set of ethics and morals are currently being challenged. I am learning about moral objectivism, moral realism and the rest. So I am using my new found knowledge to remember that there is only one REAL truth and it can only be revealed through research and understanding – not just passionate opinion.
The thinking I have learnt recently that I really like is the negation of the statement "I am entitled to my own opinion". Well, the real situation is that you are NOT entitled to it. You may have an opinion – that much is true – but you are no more entitled to one any more than simply entering a race means you have won it. To be entitled to an opinion means you will have thought deeply about it, researched it, had it critiqued etc – to indicate that your position is validated and worthy.
This has really helped in these type of workshops and meetings – understanding that every individual has a moral/ethical standpoint – and may well truly believe that their standpoint is 100% true and right. However, it is impossible for every individual's views to be 100% truth – as it is impossible for more than one truth to exist. So all that remains is one truth and many opinions.
That REALLY helps me keep my mouth shut. I only ever want to be on the side of the 100% truth – and it takes a long time to get there.
On a brighter note – it is the last days of summer, the garden looks great, my dog and chooks are happy and my boy is home. Gotta be happy with that.
And it is International Women's Day on 8th March. Embrace your inner feminist, embrace the feminist in your life and say it LOUD and PROUD.
Girls can do anything.