As we discussed on twitter last Monday morning, what kind of sadist sets up a team meeting at 8.30 on a Monday morning?

That’ll be my boss

Joys.

Because even with the best will in the world, unless everything is perfectly stacked up and I can just thrust the small people into the hands of New Nanny the moment she arrives (which isn’t really the thing after a weekend and a need to catch up on what has happened) then I am always going to be 5 minutes late.  Visibly, perpetually not quite able to be there at the right time.

Because if I look around the meeting, out of all the senior team in the room, on a good day there are 3 women in a room of 30+ people… oh yes, yet again we are self selecting ourselves out of being there, being seen, being able to do a client facing job.

Because you see, this so called family friend organisation, doesn’t appear to be able to cope with women working in client facing roles.

Because it appears that the assumption is that we working mums are working on the same platform as the working dads in the group.  As in we have a wife at home looking after our children, doing the laundry, doing the cooking, acting as fall back.

Except that I don’t have a wife at home, nor do I have a house husband.

Read the rest at Muddling Along Mummy (http://www.muddlingalongmummy.com/2011/01/30/i-dont-want-a-medal-just-a-bit-of-understanding/)