The recent
Time article about comparable pay for women has generated some rather interesting discussion online. In one discussion group a participant cited an article about perceptions of being overpaid and underpaid and the "felt" concept of fair.
It's one thing to be paid fairly - whatever that means and how ever it is felt - and another to be paid fairly in comparison to another in a gender, ethnic, or religious category. What is "comparable work," anyway? Is it fulfilling the same job description in exactly the same way? Working the same hours? Working the same number of hours? Getting the same results?
I used to work in a "boy's club" environment in financial services. I really liked all of my colleagues, and my ability to navigate the informal male-oriented power structure helped me progress in my career. But there are countless stories like the one I'll tell next that illustrate the insidiousness of the boy's club setting:
I was a baby commercial lender, about 25 years old, and the only woman doing commercial lending at my small bank. Every Wednesday, the other commercial lenders went golfing. They (all men) left the office right after lunch and didn't come back. They weren't entertaining customers - they were entertaining one another. And I was back in the office covering for them. Every Wednesday. I was 25, and in my job less than 12 months.
One Wednesday, in preparation for his afternoon of golf, my boss came to me with a touchy customer case. A prominent client had an investment that went south, and as a result our bank was going to have to convert his letter of credit covering the investment to a loan. This meant that instead of earning income, the customer was going to have to pay out. The customer was going to come in while my boss was out for the afternoon and I was left to handle the documentation of the transaction.
I called my resource at the home office in a nearby city (a woman) and she talked me through the necessary steps. Nervous, but determined to do it right, I met with the customer and handled what surely was for him, given his demeanor, a loss-of-face transaction. I returned to my office (on another floor of the building) and called my colleague back, recounted the transaction, and told her "At least I achieved my goal." Without my seeing, the customer was at the doorway of my office (how he found me I don't know) and he was furious with me! Icily he said, "At least you achieved your goal!" and stalked out of the office.
A couple of days later my boss the golfer took me along with him to visit the customer so I could apologize. As you can probably tell by the way in which I'm writing this, even if the apology satisfied the customer it didn't satisfy me. I made some mistakes - AND I was placed in a situation that was not mine to be in. The bank had to respond to an angry customer. All because of the guys' weekly golf game. I wonder how that customer felt about losing face
and being handed off to a wet-behind-the-ears junior lender that day? Not to mention that in my inexperience I inadvertently made the experience worse for him. I have a hard time letting this go - and it's been more than 25 years since it happened! Perhaps it's partly because it's only one of many, many stories I could tell you about the different world that men - even "enlightened" men - live in compared to women in the workplace.
I started my career thinking that work could be completely gender-neutral. But the fact is that it isn't. It can't be. Women have body parts that require them to be the one in their couple who carries and bears children. Culturally most working mothers I know do two full-time jobs - work and home. Then there's the whole other discussion about whether performance is evaluated based upon hours in the office or upon results. And that's too much breadth for one day.
I am sharing this story with you in hopes that the situation can come to life just a little bit for you. I am not a victim - I've had my own company for more than 20 years now, and have served many satisfied customers. I chose to leave that boys club setting and make my own way on my own terms. But my point is this - unless you live on the outside of the fishbowl you don't notice the water that the fish are swimming in - that
you may be swimming in. The culture is the water. But the fact that you think you can see through it doesn't mean that it's not there. Sermonette concluded.