Mean Girls


Why do women not behave as soldier sisters in the workforce, like they claim to in other areas of life? 

We see it all the time. Women march, revolt and rally (the cause is not relevant here) and identify as a cohesive group that seeks the betterment of all members. But when they are separated from the pack, another side debuts. 

In the workplace, those roaring women who march with large signs, suddenly become envious and vicious backstabbers. This behavior is completely self-defeating.

At a past job, it became apparent that my female boss disliked other women. The woman rarely gave us all the information necessary to complete our jobs without having to somehow rely upon her for some slight tidbit. This purposeful sabotage, cum power trip, was an attempt to make us look inept and to purposely hold us back, whether conscious or not. 

Rather than candid discussion, the woman avoided any true discourse. Instead of working with us to find solutions for being continually interrupted by employees, she became secretive and shifty, talking in circles and moving responsibilities around. An example of this came when she suggested shifting employees under a woman she had previously gossiped about, telling us she had flashed her large, fake breasts at the request of one of the male employees. This terrible solution never materialized when she thought the better of it, but it was then that my ex-boss lost my trust. 

Another act of petty war occurred when the boss befriended the woman described above on Facebook, and downloaded a private photo of her new chest piercings. She sent that photo out to several of us in a group message, making fun of the woman. This was a photo that was not meant to be shared publicly. After that, I lost all respect for my ex-boss. 

During another incident, the boss belittled another employee, stating that she sat her twin girls in front of the television set all day, instead of doing any real parenting. Yet, every time she was with this woman, I swear I thought they might hold hands and break into a skip down the hall like besties.

This was the pivotal moment I decided I was totally over this job.

The tragedy is that this woman was a business owner and she already commanded authority by the very nature of her position. She certainly did not need to belittle and gossip about employees to other employees as a means of gaining power.

This bizarre behavior created a toxic work environment where isolation was the name of the game, so as not to provide fodder. Ultimately, toxicity ran rampant to the point that employees felt it was appropriate to nip at other employees behind their backs, on social media and ultimately attack their livelihood by trying to get other employees fired.

An example of this occurred while sitting at the bar with a handful of employees after one of our business reviews. One of the employees felt empowered enough by this environment to dispense some advice. He went so far as to tell the boss that she should, “remove, remove, remove” another employee, as if they were just trash to be effortlessly crumpled and tossed away. 

What happened to, train, train, training employees? What happened to good old-fashioned candid discussion with them, without a hidden agenda and without gossiping about the discussion afterwards with other employees? The boss had a history of sharing other employee's private messages with her. Clearly, this had turned into a very toxic organization.

Many of the women I have worked with throughout my life have successfully grasped what it means to promote women to their highest potential. I recall stellar bosses in women named Sandy, Carol, Adelaide, Shirley and Lou who were beautiful examples of grace, strength and professionalism while they supported their office sisters.

On the flip side, I have had the unfortunate experience of working for several women bosses who proved to be woefully dismal mean girls. Their pettiness, jealousy and insecurity negatively affected not only the women they worked with, but also held themselves back from all they can be. 

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Flag Pins Instead of Safety Pins

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I'll be wearing a US flag pin if anyone wants to talk with me like an adult. I'll be saving the diaper safety pin for my sewing box. 

Why? Because we have roughly 320 million people in this country. Of those, 114 million are working, taxpaying adults and 106 million people are on welfare. For simple mathematical calculation, let's assume the other 100 million are children or self sustaining retires getting social security and reaping what they once paid in.

With a near 1:1 ratio of taxpayers supporting not only themselves, but also someone on welfare, not to mention paying into the SS coffers, isn't it clear that this system cannot be sustained? Sure it's a simplistic view, but poignant. We simply can't afford four more years, let alone eight, of Obama-style policies where 35% of the population are on welfare. 

It's common sense, something clearly not being taught in our schools and colleges, and I'm tired of watching a bunch of precious pantywaists burn flags and stand in their college football fields doing a group primal scream for five minutes, because they didn't get their way. 

This is what is happening while there are men and women dying overseas to protect those childish millennials during this Veteran's Day weekend tantrum. It's time to take off the diaper pin and put on the big kid panties.

What to Do With a Millennial

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Just what do you do with a millennial? Though there are conflicting reports on age groups, generally, millennials were born between 1982 and 2004 and represent the largest population group since the baby boomers. 

What is confounding companies nationwide is their unusual behavior. Not only are they eternally attached to their mobile devices, but they are not opening bank accounts or credit cards like their parents did, and they aren't buying homes either. In fact, roughly 32% are still living with their parents and 64% don't even own a credit card. 

Why are millennials so reticent to launch? 

My theory after many deep discussions with my own 23-year-old latchkey adult is that the outlook has been so crappy, why would they bother? 

Think about it. The only presidents they remember reasonably well are crappy ones. The only economy they know is one that has been nothing but a struggle. 

Prior to millennials we saw a man on the moon, calculators, the Beatles, Ronald Reagan and the end of the Cold War. We watched the wall come down in Germany and Poland became a country again in the Solidarity movement. We saw the might of the United States in Dessert Storm. We saw the computer age, mobile phones, the Internet and to be completely honest, we had hope. Real hope, and real change. Not the hateful garbage Obama pimped afterwards.

What have millennials had?  They saw September 11th and Hurricane Katrina and determined, the wide world outside of mom and dad's house just ain't that appealing.

They had Obama and Bush and maybe even remember Clinton and his sex scandals before him. When they became the age of reason, the only thing they remember is watching their families and friends struggle in jobs with bosses who abused them, or with parents who lost their jobs. They saw people complaining about slim to no raises, shady mortgages and banks that used predatory practices where people lost their homes. They saw how some of their friends were affected by it, as they moved from homes and even out of school districts. They watched people hand over auto titles for loans and lose their cars. Worse yet, they watched the national debt skyrocket thanks to dozens of irresponsible shysters in D.C. For eight solid years, everyone they know has been miserable and there has been no hope and no compelling or awe-inspiring change. 

Who would want to deal with all that when you never got to see a man on the moon or even Michael Jackson moonwalk at a concert?

Everything millennials have witnessed has made them mistrust the system, and made them particularly unwilling to subject themselves to it. The school districts and their socialist bent haven't helped either. And heaven help them if they had terrible parents. Some of these precious cupcakes are even out there burning flags and protesting anytime something doesn't go their way. Indeed, we can thank the participation trophy for helping to raise a bunch of close-minded sissies. 

As frustrating and ridiculous as it is, we can see why their angst is being manifested, in failing to launch or even with reckless behavior. 

I hope that out of this election of Donald Trump, that millennials, more than anyone, come to find what real hope and change looks like, and that they come to love this country, the flag and the constitution as much as previous generations do.

Donald Trump is right about one thing. It is time to make America great again.

Vote!

Said I wouldn't do it. Pouted, kicked, screamed, stomped my feet, gnashed my teeth, and it was quite literally a last second decision as I looked at the ballot and the SCOTUS faces streamed before me. I decided to take one on the chin for the party because I am a team player. I stood at the polls with a clip on my nose and did what was necessary to stop Hillary. Now go vote!