There has been some debate recently on the glass ceiling in the UK getting thicker and harder for women to smash through. Frankly speaking, I had never seen any glass ceiling in my working life prior to my children in the now more than ever working life. The reason for that is less my brilliance and 'throbbing with testosterone temples', and more the simple fact that I had always been simply too low and far to notice any ceiling above my head whatsoever. I probably noticed but a few dusty cobwebs hanging over my head from the long intact glass structure, though.
Anyway, with only limited aspiration to climb high (am vertigo prone, by the way, I know- excuses, excuses, lame excuses)and simple desire to earn my own living and live,( I did much of the former e.i I paid for my clothes, food and shelter, but did very little of the latter, e.i. I barely lived) my life was lived along the key call: wake up call, work call, toss and turn call. Sometimes I managed to squeeze in socialising or mindless TV watching (with pizza) inbetween work and sleep call, but otherwise life was confined to bed or desk.
So where did I want to go from there...oh yes, children. What children? What type of working woman has time for them? Surely, you cannot blame work policies for hindering career progression of working mums? That would be just as pointless as blaming miniskirts for fat legs in some women. If you have them fat and short, you just....have them, err.. fat and short. So is NOT wearing a mini skirt an option, perhaps? Tell me now, please...Am I losing it or have I lost it already? Yeah, probably, I have Adios. And (wine)glass smashing night to all..
