To be honest, there were lots of jobs I didn’t get selected for over the years.
There were the jobs that I didn’t get because someone else was more qualified. There were some jobs I wanted that I wasn’t even considered for. There were the jobs that I didn’t get and something better came along later. There were even the jobs that I was secretly happy I didn’t get… because life would have been hell if I had.
But this post is about the one that haunts me... the one that I look back and think, “Did that really happen?”
I wrote an earlier post about how I decided I wanted to be the boss. It was my first female boss that convinced me of this – not because she talked me into it, but because she did her job so well.
So, when the powers that be decided that I was ready, they started putting my name on management slates and I was off to interview for my first management job.
You probably guessed by now… I didn’t get it.
Not because I wasn’t qualified. Not because I wasn’t the best candidate. I was told that I didn’t get the job because the last two managers named in that organization were women. This time they needed to hire a man. This was in the mid-1980’s.
No, I’m not kidding.
I did land my first management job shortly after that, and everything was okay. For years as I was coaching employees who felt that something was unfair I would say, “At any given moment it may feel like you got less -- or more -- than you deserve, but in the long run it all evens out… people get what they deserve in the long run.”
It was a good speech, but I’m not sure I believe it anymore. Maybe it’s just not fair sometimes.
What do you think?