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So a friend said when I mentioned that I’d left the new job that I started two weeks ago (and only worked four days for). It’s nice that someone feels they’d benefit from this move on my part.

I now owe my friend John a beer because he bet I wouldn’t last three weeks at that new company. My stepfather said on the phone today, “I’m surprised you stayed that long”. Oh ye of completely realistic-sized faith!

Although I wouldn’t presume to call myself the most honest person around, I am not good at make believe. The truth is, I didn’t want the job, and I was applying and interviewing elsewhere while starting this job, and I felt completely shitty the whole time that I was deceiving them. I think the dental pain showed up when it did because I was grinding my teeth at night from the worry, when I managed to sleep at all.

Friends kept saying, it’s just a job, it’s better to have a job while you look for something else, at least it’s a paycheque, etc. whenever I said I should quit. I think I’m going to be judged for turning down any job in this recession; however, for me, the only good thing about it was the paycheque (not to insult the company, they are good people). As for the bad things:

  • I’d leave my apartment at quarter to 7 and come home after work at a quarter to 7, having not done anything but work and commute that day.
  • The company is not an IT company (but a company with an IT team, which is different).
  • I did not feel at one with the IT team.
  • I wasn’t going to learn anything new in this position except for things specific to the company itself.

The second point isn’t a biggie, but the rest are, especially the last: I wouldn’t be completely adverse to a junior position if it was something new that would be challenging and give me some new skills, but this wasn’t going to be the case. It seems I set up my workstation so quickly they didn’t have any work for me and were going to have to scramble to find me some; and, I mean, I’m not that awesome. So it didn’t seem fair to them to pay me to twiddle my thumbs for several days while I slyly send out resumes in my off-hours and pray to God to make me a DBA again.

Speaking of which, this was one of the reasons given for why they hired me for a position which I considered too junior for me:

Well, you see, I don’t consider MySQL DBAs to be real DBAs.

Touché!

Ada Lovelace Day

That was yesterday, though I didn’t know about it until today. Interestingly, you’d think I’d have heard about a day commemorating women in technology, given that I qualify, but then again, I really don’t care for this flag-waving much.

When I was a teaching assistant at UBC I had to mark an assignment where students had to write a short paragraph on a “woman in computer science”. They were given a list, with Ada Lovelace included, along with some female UBC faculty, and other women in various universities around the world. It was the throw-away question in the assignment, and rather dull most of the time to mark; though I was mildly amused by some students’ attempts at delicate political correctness in talking about a transgendered woman (at a university somewhere in the US). Can’t remember her name, but I recall her faculty page had a picture of her in a bikini (though sadly, nobody mentioned that).

It was also odd that one of the women listed, and written about, was the new wife of a family friend’s ex-husband. I marked those assignments with a sneer on my face, so as to show proper respect.

I have rather mixed feelings about “women in technology” organizations and events, which I’ve talked about before. On the one hand, I’m thankful that my boobs didn’t get in the way of me doing computer science, and that I still managed to pass math despite my lack of counting stick. And though it’s impossible to entirely avoid it, I’ve rarely felt like I was treated differently in my career (the few times being from older men, who knew the truth about how women really just want to be coddled).

There was the one event I went to years ago, where at the opening talk the organizer lady brought a few women up onto the stage and asked them to talk about how they had to overcome ill treatment or stereotyping to get to where they were today (as university faculty, or scientists, or whatever). And they all said that they didn’t have any problems like that. Which made me smirk, because obviously the organizer was trying to create some drama and a feeling of camaraderie for our “plight”, and failed. Next time, invite the older, bitter ones, eh?

In laughing at this, I should remind myself that Mom was “influenced” into switching out of Mathematics and into French back at Acadia University (Nova Scotia) in the early 60s. She was also nearly expelled for playing cards, and for leaving school grounds one evening to see an organ concert, so it’s only surprising out of context; but it still smells like crap, regardless of the flowers planted over it. Sometime between her and me, society decided it was okay for women to play with numbers, so there has been a change, and I should be grateful for that.

I was at a job interview back in January where the first interviewer, a human resources chick, was so overcome with excitement because I was a woman, and they had so few women at the company, so they were always hopeful when they were interviewing one, especially for a tech role. And I’m sorry to say that was a turn-off for me, for two reasons:

  1. While I think it’s awesome that I am a woman and a database administrator, I don’t think that my ovaries are a reason by themselves to hire me, and
  2. I am hesitant to work at a company with so few women in it.

It seems I lucked out at some of the companies I’ve worked for, where there were several women in IT besides myself, and at one place I think it was 1/3 women developers at one point. They were all really hot too, which is surprising because you wouldn’t expect it, or at least I wouldn’t. I’ve also been at a company where I was the only female, and while the guys treated me well enough, I wasn’t one of them, you know? So part of the reason I told the company after the interview that I was no longer interested was because I didn’t want to be the one girl in a team of all guys-of-a-different-culture-than-me-which-isn’t-known-for-its-equal-treatment-of-women. Also, they kept talking about how I’d be on call one week in four, and I believe I’ve already had that pleasure.

So I don’t really know if I’m for making some special celebration on behalf of women in tech. Yes, there were all the women long before me who had to fight for the ability to go to school and work in such masculine fields. Surely people like myself should be aware of them and be thankful. But I’d sort of also want it to be forgotten in a way, as if it were just normal for women as well as men to work in IT and the sciences, just like how we all shared classes in school and didn’t think anything of that. And it can’t become a non-issue if we make it special, and celebrate it, and make kids write papers about it, and make it a priority to hire women in technology and encourage girls to study computer science. I don’t want us to have skipped over equality and into overcompensation for past wrongs; I just want to be one of the guys, you know?