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It’s Time to Stop Accepting the Bare Minimum
Because what would it look like if you did this in all areas of your life?
I think there is something pervasive and dangerous that we’re part of as people who wander through modern midlife. We’re so beaten down and jaded that we’ve recognized that maybe the bare minimum is all anyone is giving anything, and maybe we should just get used to it.
Ummm, yeah. No. Just no. I’m not here for that. Hard pass. This is a horrible idea. How do I know? Great story. Have a seat.
About eight years ago, I worked in a job that routinely made me miserable. There was an 82-year-old man in one of the buildings I worked with that would find out I was in the building and come down to the office.
He would find some reason to stand about five and a half inches from me and try to look down my shirt or dress. My company did nothing. It infuriated me, but at least I had a job, right?
My bar of job acceptability had dropped so low that “not having my breasts ogled” wasn’t even the bare minimum I accepted for employment. The bar was lower.
As a vice president of a publicly traded company. Yeah, you can take a minute…
