Coordinator
by Shirley—Age 38—Kansas City, KS
“Adult Day Care Activity Coordinator.” That is what I tell people my job title is. I am one of three women employed in a predominantly male office of construction salesman. One of the things that I do in my daily work is kindly remind the salesman how to stick to the rules of the office, the day to day things that make our lives easier, which in turn reminds me how much I feel like a mother to all of them.
Some of the guys have referred to me as “Yes, Dear.” Others as “mother.” The worst thing I was ever called was a “Nazi” over some paperwork issue we had to deal with to comply with the government. I secretly wanted one of the naysayers to get nabbed not getting their release form signed, so that he would be fined a hefty sum by our dear government, just so I could say, told ya so. I never got my wish, but in retrospect, I’m glad. It would probably reflect on how well I did my job, keeping these “boys” in line.
I am proud of the work I do, and feel after a year in this position, that I am doing a good job and deserve the generosity and support of my superiors. I came from a few large corporations where the crowd could be sifted, any given day, to make room for more profit, and there was no security. Here I feel I am at home. Here I have my family. All my boys, safely under my wings.
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