I love you, I love your stories about your kids and your running and your travels and your wisdom– really I do. But you know what I really want to hear about? Your work.
Yeah, work. Workity work work. What have you done to earn money? What labor have you performed for no money? What was your first job?
Besides babysitting, which was totally awesome as long as they had sleepy children and a fully-stocked snack pantry, my first job was at a sporting goods store. I was 14. My parents had to drop me off and pick me up for my 4-hour shifts. I rocked at cleaning the fixtures and selling Nike football shoes to the senior boys. I made $4.25/hour.
My second job was at a bakery, where I met a cast of characters who taught me, inter alia, about sex, mixing muffin dough (not a sex joke, but should be), and making the big bucks. ($5.25/hour)
I was a manager at Express in the Post Oak Mall in College Station, Texas. I had keys. I sold more skorts than any other sales person in rural central Texas.
Subsequent W-2s reflect that I was a waitress, an administrative assistant (who was bad with email), a paralegal, and a lawyer.
I have a bug up my ass to start a Friday series called Kiss My (Gl)Ass Ceiling with stories about women and work. Current jobs. Former jobs. Dream jobs. Job interviews. Leaving jobs, seeking jobs.
I’ve been thinking about this for a long time.
But here’s the catch. There’s actually two catches.
First, I am lazy. I want to hear your stories. If you want to submit a piece to run here as a part of this series, let me know in the comments or Tweet me (@theoutlawmama). Hell, you can just send it to my email. Even if you aren’t a blogger or have never had a job, if you have a story, spill it. You have thoughts about work right? You’ve walked to work in your slippers and didn’t notice until your douchiest co-worker pointed it out, right? You’ve clocked in moments after Lyle Lovett and Julia Roberts left your restaurant, which reduced you to hysterical tears in the break room, right? You’ve eaten hundreds of dollars of snacks while your minor charges jumped off the ottoman with knives while playing NINJAs, right?
No? Well, maybe you have a story about work– say, what the breast pump room looks like– and you want to share it, I will check the super busy queue and publish you as time permits.
Second, you’ve already heard all my stories. Most of them are alluded to in the previous long paragraph. Here are the in-depth posts about my workaday worlds of yesteryear:
- Administrative assistant who makes fun of her job in an email she “accidentally” sends to her boss
- Bakery cashier who learns the birds and the bees from her older co-workers
- Lawyer whose law degree earned her the privilege of toweling off briefs
This new series may be a terrible idea. If so, it won’t be my first bomb. I tried to invent a Netflix-type system for bras, so you can see that ideas just keep coming to me and they can’t all be winners.
What do you think? Let’s Rosie The Riveter the shit out of this. If you want to guest blog, bring it.
PS: If you never hear about this again, you will know I got something like zero positive response. (*Pats back for being brave*)
Sample work posts I adore:
- Cindy Reed on contract attorney life
- Stephanie Saye on a boss from hell
- Samantha B. Merel on her legal work THAT SHE ENJOYS
- Erin Margolin on work that mother do while mothering
- Carinn Jade on leaving work to stay at home