One day around 2015, I had one of my yearly review talks at work with my boss and my team coordinator (both male). Regarding work, it had been a very intense year. I had handled two different products. My team coordinator asked, “How was this for you? How did you experience handling these two products simultaneously?”
A big part of my work is like doing a certain process on a computer (like baking a cake according to instructions or assembling an IKEA chair). Often routine stuff. Except that things go wrong frequently, and then the challenge is to find a workaround, which requires some analytic detective work and also some inspired inventive work. But if things go according to the plan, then the work feels boring and stressful (because of time pressure) at best, at least for me.
I said, “It was intense and stressful. I’d compare it to preparing breakfast and dinner simultaneously. And in addition, having to make sure that the kids have their sports bag ready for their next school day.”
I wanted to convey that, while it didn’t involve major brain gymnastics, it still required concentration and focus because there were parallel strands of work involved. When I prepare the cereal with fruit salad for breakfast at the same time as when I prepare the dinner plate with vegetables, I have to concentrate on this task so that I don’t put the pickled cucumbers into my breakfast cereal accidentally. And it was also stressful because there was deadline pressure. Dinner and breakfast have a fixed deadline. So has the project at work.
I thought my comparison was accurate and appropriate.
However, I wasn’t prepared for how they would react.
“You can’t say this. Many people in our department would feel offended by this. And I feel offended, too. Don’t say this!“ my team coordinator exclaimed. And my boss added, “Now I feel offended, too. Yeah, he is right, you shouldn’t say this.” (Note: Quoted from memory. These were not their exact words.)
I was speechless and unable to defend myself properly.
Why did this offend them? They had asked me to share my experience. How I personally experienced the work I had done. Usually, sharing one’s personal experience is something that is not debatable. My experience and my emotions about it is my experience. Period. And when I say that the work feels similar to me like preparing breakfast and dinner at the same time, then that should be considered as an unarguable truth.
But they started to argue anyway and told me that I should not say what I had said.
Hello?!
Why did they ask me in the first place when they didn’t want to hear what I had to say?
I was still speechless. I just tilted my head and said with a bewildered expression, “Why? You’d asked me how I experienced the work. So, I can share what my experience was like, can’t I?”
In our next meeting, even though my boss didn’t explain his initial reaction or apologize it, he said that I was allowed to say what I had said. That took a bit of the edge off of his former behavior.
For many years, I couldn’t figure out why my boss and my team coordinator had reacted this way.
This incident taught me that it was not always safe to share my experience with my boss, even when prodded to do so. It also taught me that men don’t see preparing dinner and breakfast simultaneously as a challenging task–as challenging as our work in the office.
How could I have responded instead?
Maybe I should have said, “Oh, I feel like in one of those video games. You overcome a lot of hurdles and kill many enemies, but at the end, you free the trapped princess, find the holy grail, and save the world.” (Insert full-blown smile here, trying to look as innocent as possible). Maybe that would have made them light up proudly and nod in agreement. </sarcasm>
Too bad, though, that I am not into video games. Animating this meat suit through each day of my incarnation is enough of a challenging game already, and I don’t need more games.
Or maybe, in order to avoid conflict, I should have just avoided any metaphors or comparisons. I could just have said that I felt bored and stressed at the same time. But probably even that would have sounded offensive to them.
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This post is part of an online book about my journey with feminism and my son’s transgender journey. You can access the table of contents with links to each chapter here: TOC.