Ordinarily I’m sitting at my desk during working hours; people know where to find me, if I’m not greeting a client with a smile when they walk through the door they know I’m just a phone call away unfortunately I spend too much time of the day running up and down fire wells and it sounds echoey almost like I may be in the bathroom (embarrassing).
Almost all my contractors and or tradies have mentioned I’m one of very few women they come across in this line of work, they’re all lovely, spend tat extra time chatting away, bring me a coffee occasionally, take me out for lunches or dinner – the highlights and perks of a job like this.
This afternoon I had a sub contractor* come into the office and request I move one of the cars from the loading dock so he may exit. I ‘lock’ my computer pick up my phone and extensive collection of keys and without hesitation assist. He walks out the door and it closes heavy forcing me to open myself** okay, a little rude but I accept it. We are waiting at the elevator as soon as the doors open he bustles in hmm… I’m used to the guys gesturing for me to lead. I take a look at this man as an example of not being a gentleman. I look a little closer and note he’s wearing a T-shirt with ‘Toongabbie’*** on the breast – what else would I expect!
* I didn’t appoint this guy and I’ll never commission him to do work for me.
** I try to open the door myself for all clients :-)
*** Westie Bogan (please do not ridicule, I do have friends from that area – okay 1)
Almost all my contractors and or tradies have mentioned I’m one of very few women they come across in this line of work, they’re all lovely, spend tat extra time chatting away, bring me a coffee occasionally, take me out for lunches or dinner – the highlights and perks of a job like this.
This afternoon I had a sub contractor* come into the office and request I move one of the cars from the loading dock so he may exit. I ‘lock’ my computer pick up my phone and extensive collection of keys and without hesitation assist. He walks out the door and it closes heavy forcing me to open myself** okay, a little rude but I accept it. We are waiting at the elevator as soon as the doors open he bustles in hmm… I’m used to the guys gesturing for me to lead. I take a look at this man as an example of not being a gentleman. I look a little closer and note he’s wearing a T-shirt with ‘Toongabbie’*** on the breast – what else would I expect!
* I didn’t appoint this guy and I’ll never commission him to do work for me.
** I try to open the door myself for all clients :-)
*** Westie Bogan (please do not ridicule, I do have friends from that area – okay 1)



