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flexagonI'm on a plane back from California to Boston. This week was a trip in three parts: first a leadership / career management training thing with other senior women in my part of the company at a somewhat swanky resort place, then two days running around like a caffeinated ferret on the mothership campus, then one night/morning of socializing with an actual IRL friend. I'm behind on email now, but decided to catch up on personal email and blogging before diving back into work.
What I learned in leadership training (and the lunch I had later with more junior members of my friend's team): in any group of high-earning women, conversation will turn to "it's so awkward to make more than anyone else among my friends/family" and "do your parents know how much you make?" and "it's so awkward to earn more than my husband / boyfriend / partner", and various mitigating tactics are shared. In case you are curious: no, nobody's family knows how much she makes. Everyone's family guesses $100,000, because that's universal code for "a lot", and everyone kind of nods and smiles and lets that pass.
(The exception to the above is my old friend Chia, whose husband is now a house-husband and whose job is to save her from ever, ever having to miss a day because of a sick kid; she enjoys her job and plans to finish funding retirement for both of them. But I'm uncomfortable with this deal and would not choose either side of it.)
I also learned that my job is a good one for letting me express my values while on the clock. And that I have no idea what to work on with the executive coach whose time I will get, as part of this same program, over the next few months... anyone who does have an idea on this, I'd love to hear it.
Visiting California is always good for Pokemon Go, and this was no exception: a few species are more common there, allowing me to evolve stuff I wouldn't get a chance to at home, and I spun a whole lot of new-to-me stops.
Sleeping in three different beds/places in five nights made the trip more arduous physically (more carrying around of bags) but easier psychologically (no getting tired of a place, or feeling static). I managed to work out on three days, prioritizing flexibility stuff, which is not awful. I'm glad to be going home though; since Sunday I have gotten two (2) hugs from friends, minor cat-petting and a 22-minute massage and that's it for anyone touching me.
What I learned in leadership training (and the lunch I had later with more junior members of my friend's team): in any group of high-earning women, conversation will turn to "it's so awkward to make more than anyone else among my friends/family" and "do your parents know how much you make?" and "it's so awkward to earn more than my husband / boyfriend / partner", and various mitigating tactics are shared. In case you are curious: no, nobody's family knows how much she makes. Everyone's family guesses $100,000, because that's universal code for "a lot", and everyone kind of nods and smiles and lets that pass.
(The exception to the above is my old friend Chia, whose husband is now a house-husband and whose job is to save her from ever, ever having to miss a day because of a sick kid; she enjoys her job and plans to finish funding retirement for both of them. But I'm uncomfortable with this deal and would not choose either side of it.)
I also learned that my job is a good one for letting me express my values while on the clock. And that I have no idea what to work on with the executive coach whose time I will get, as part of this same program, over the next few months... anyone who does have an idea on this, I'd love to hear it.
Visiting California is always good for Pokemon Go, and this was no exception: a few species are more common there, allowing me to evolve stuff I wouldn't get a chance to at home, and I spun a whole lot of new-to-me stops.
Sleeping in three different beds/places in five nights made the trip more arduous physically (more carrying around of bags) but easier psychologically (no getting tired of a place, or feeling static). I managed to work out on three days, prioritizing flexibility stuff, which is not awful. I'm glad to be going home though; since Sunday I have gotten two (2) hugs from friends, minor cat-petting and a 22-minute massage and that's it for anyone touching me.
