You’re sitting in your cubicle at work and you get an email from your boss asking you if you [insert task pertinent to your line of work here]. Your heart plummets into your stomach. Your worst fears are confirmed. You fucked up. You start to sweat. shake, hyperventilate. You briefly consider leaving everything you know behind and joining one of those alternative communities where you can live off the grid and hunt for your own food just so you don’t have to write back to your boss and admit, NO, you have not yet finished the [insert task pertinent to your line of work here]. There’s a part of your rational mind that recognizes, YES, your reaction is insane because this is a one-sentence email we’re talking about here. Maybe your boss’ tone wasn’t meant to be accusatory/condescending/condemning/shaming/the pre-cursor to getting fired. You know that your mother would tell you that you’re overreacting and need to pull yourself together. Still, in that moment you’re pretty sure that this email is the make-it-or-break-it moment of your entire life. And it’s only 10:30 a.m. on a Monday. It’s going to be a loooong week. Sound familiar? Keep reading »
Joy Covey, the former CFO of Amazon.com and a pioneering woman in tech, died suddenly in a bicycle accident yesterday in San Mateo County, California, at age 50. Named by Fortune magazine in 1999 as one of the 50 most powerful women, Covey was the first chief fiscal officer of Amazon between 1996 and 2000. Working alongside CEO Jeff Bezos, she helped take Amazon.com public in 1997. According to her obituary on BusinessWeek, Covey dropped out of high school during her sophomore year and completed college in only two years. She reportedly had an IQ of 173 and became a CPA at age 19, before graduating with with joint business and law degree from Harvard. Covey joined Amazon.com at only 33-years-old and first served as CFO, then chief strategy officer of the e-commerce site. She left voluntarily in 2000 and most recently served as treasurer of the National Resources Defense Council. Covey is survived by an eight-year-old son named Tyler. [BusinessWeek] [PandoDaily] [LA Times] [Fortune] [Image via Facebook]
I’m continually shocked by the amount of totally egregious sexist/racist/classist bullshit that people and companies are trying to pull. I understand that this is a tale as old as time, but it’s like come the fuck on already. Case in point, the baby geniuses at Merrill Lynch who felt it necessary to offer up a “Boys Club Seduction Guide” to new female hires. A new lawsuit accuses the financial firm of handing out copies of Seducing the Boys Club: Uncemsored Tactics From a Woman at the Top and requiring female employees to attend a seminar with the author.
Boys Club author Nina DiSesa (above) has a rather incendiary approach when it comes to women getting ahead — one that would probably make Sheryl Sandberg blush. On the topic of collaborating with male colleagues, DiSesa writes:
It was also important to reinforce his hunk status, assuring him that the small bald spot at the top of his head was hardly noticeable and that he hadn’t “lost it” when a woman would break up with him or refuse to date him (a rare event). He needed to know that he had my love unconditionally; it was the only way he could ever trust me with his fragile ego.
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This summer, I, like many of my college-attending peers, split my weeks between an internship here at The Frisky and a part-time job. I happen to be waiting tables at a German restaurant near my home. Waitressing has provided me with an excess of strange knowledge and bizarre tales. Once I don my black button-down shirt and black dress pants pulled out of storage from my sister’s days in the high school orchestra, my status as a human seems to change. Observing people is therefore my favorite part of the job by far.
Anyway, here I have compiled some of the more interesting experiences from my days as a waitress, categorized into The Good, The Bad, and The Strange.
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If you’re a graphic designer, or know a graphic designer, you’ve probably heard them complain about how often they’re asked to work for free. Designers are often “invited” to do work on spec, with the hopes that their designs will be used by a company. Companies do this, promising that “it’ll be a great piece for your portfolio.” But what it really boils down to is people working for free, and companies reaping all the rewards. And this is especially prevalent on Craigslist.
This same thing happens in a lot of other creative industries: Writing, modeling, you name it. For those just starting out, it may make sense to work for free to build up their portfolios. But more and more companies are relying heavily on free labor to do the work, leaving skilled creatives out in the cold. That may be why one disgruntled graphic designer posted the following message to Craigslist: Keep reading »
Today, I’m going to go where, if you’re a woman, you’re never supposed to go. And that forbidden zone is to talk about the perils of women at work—and specifically, about that most fearsome of office creatures, the bad female boss. “Gird your loins!” Stanley Tucci warns as his tyrannical female boss, played by Meryl Streep, approaches in “The Devil Wears Prada.” Having survived a veritable parade of bad female bosses, my loins are fully girded.
Aware that I’ll now probably have to enroll in the Witness Protection Program anyway, I’ll just come right out and say it: I’d rather work for a man.
Correction: I’d rather work for a man than a wine-guzzling, insecure, jealous woman who’s more focused on rivalry and one-upmanship, or should I say, one-upwomanship, than in getting any actual work done.Which is to say, almost every woman I’ve ever worked for.
Working my way up to director of PR for a major financial company, I had only one good female boss—an erudite woman who embodied grace and truth and principles. She actually wanted me to succeed and did everything within her power to help me. She left two years after hiring me to go get a master’s degree at Harvard.
Aside from that one lovely exception, I was far more experienced in working for glorious train wrecks. I had the incompetent-because-she-was-young female boss, the boss-who-avoided-direct-communication-like-it–was-Ebola female boss, and the really-just-a-lady–who-lunched-but-wanted-to-be-able-to-say-she-had-a-job female boss. Keep reading »