While cleaning out the junk that is piling up in our house, I came across a manilla folder. The folder was stuffed with paper. It wasn’t labeled, so I had to open it to see what was inside. What I found took me back decades, elevated my heart rate and caused a pit to form in my gut.
Inside the folder was a stack of email exchanges between me and a former boss of mine.
I had printed off all the emails because a fellow employee complained to HR that my boss was verbally abusing me. Despite my refusal to cooperate at first, HR said I needed to hand over documentation showing his treatment of me.
This manilla folder was already in existence. I had already begun to save communication between us. I already had a log started on his abusive language.
Almost immediately, I came across an exchange about a story that aired the night before. He was not happy about it. I responded with documentation that we followed his orders. His response:
“I don’t make mistakes. (I take that back I made one in February 2002.)”
You see, he hired me in February of 2002.
Today, I sat at the table and stared at it. I was actually a bit frozen. Rereading the line over and over, I was transported to a time when I experienced screaming, insults and abuse.
However, reading my responses reminded me that, despite his barrage of insults, I was very strong. I may have spent many hours inside stall #4 of the first floor bathroom, sobbing, but my responses were calm and packed with facts he could not dispute. I was more resilient than I had remembered.
At the point he emailed about the one mistake he’d ever made, he had already promoted me. He gave me the responsibility of producing some of our network’s best talent. Shortly after that email, he promoted me again, to take over the evening shows.
Yet, today, as I stared at those words, I felt the old wounds. I was back in the years of verbal assaults I had endured.
HR sent him to anger management training after that. A couple of years later, I had moved into a different place in the company. I was told he had to go back into anger management. I could go on and on about why he was protected and uplifted while I had to make a new way for myself in order to find peace, but I don’t think that story would surprise any of you.
Just last week, my kid called from college. They recounted a lecture in their Econ class by a female professor. This professor was laying out the reasons why women cannot really complain about equality. She said the numbers tell a different story.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure it is better out there then when I was in the corporate world. I know it is better than when my Grandma was younger. However, equality is a tricky thing to measure.
When I was going through the years of verbal abuse, I found out that a man who was doing the exact same job as I was, but had fewer years experience, was making more money than I was. I know this because that man told me.
That was in 2003. We can do the math and even in the Econ world… that is not that long ago.
I know that Econ professor is trying to say that there has been growth and progress, but the fact of the matter is, we need to continue to acknowledge that women are still treated as being less than men.
How does equality tie into those insulting emails?
My documentation reminded me why I was such a huge target for him. I had two quotes written down inside all the notes of exchanges. I had emailed these quotes to my husband immediately after hearing them, because I knew I needed to remember them.
One was just after I told him about a female colleague who got a huge promotion. He rolled his eyes and said, “Of course, she is a woman.”
Later, I asked him how he felt about an upcoming change in management and what he said next is seared into my brain. I will always be able to hear his voice as he said: “——- is making a name for himself promoting minorities and women, and it’s going to be the demise of this company.”
I could not feel more invisible or insignificant as I did in that moment. Standing in front of a man who is telling me I am part of what will be a demise of the company. I had been promoted. At this point, I had built a team of the best producers I could find in the country. They were all minorities and/or women. I didn’t set out to build the team that way. I truly picked the best people. They just happened to also be the two things my own boss despised so much he thought we would all bring the company down.
You may be wondering: “Well, he hired and promoted you more than once, so….???”
I later found out that he was strongly encouraged to hire more women. He had a lot of men. I was shaken when I heard this. I am sure that is one reason why he aimed his attacks on me. I am sure that is why I had to work so hard to prove myself.
But, buried in that stack of emails, I also found two others that lifted me up and reminded me of my worth.
You see, when two men with which I worked, found out what my boss was really saying to me, they rallied. The pulled up emails they had sent to my boss during the process of hiring for the first position I had.
In those emails, both men listed out all the candidates. I was the only woman, but it became clear that I was also the top candidate in their eyes. They named off traits and parts of my experience that put me above the others.
These amazing colleagues wanted to remind me of my worth, of my talent. They wanted me to read words from two respected people about a woman they did not know and could only judge off a resume and interview. I will always treasure them for sharing the emails.
I will also always be reminded that there are supportive men out there, everywhere.
However, the ones who do not respect or value what women bring to the table do exist. We need to look out for each other the way that co-worker of mine did when she bravely told HR I was being verbally abused by my boss. She had nothing to gain and so much to lose by doing it.
Still, she chose to help me.
She chose to help me when I refused to help myself.
I do have a sidebar story that makes me smile each time it crosses my mind. I wanted to hire a woman who had very little experience. She had blown me away in our interview. I knew she didn’t have the skills yet, but I could clearly see she had “it”… that one thing that you can’t learn. The drive to succeed was strong. in her.
So, I tell my boss I want to hire her. He says no. He doesn’t think she has experience. He wants to see more candidates.
His boss called me in for an update on the candidates. I went to bat for this woman, hoping I could win with him. While he was more receptive, he also said no.
Neither wanted to hear about “it”. So, I offered this up: Make it part of my review (that affects my bonus) that she will be successful by our standards or I get dinged.
Fast forward to today: She is currently running a national network’s news division. You know why? She has “it” and now she also has experience.
Women… lift each other up. Support one another. Try as hard as you can to go to bat for each other.
And… to those men who also lift us up… THANK YOU!
Let’s prove that Econ professor right.