New Job Title
Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2003 1:55 pm
A woman named Emily, renewing her driver's license at the County
Clerk's office, was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.
She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.
"What I mean is," explained the recorder, "do you have a job, or are you
just a .....?"
"Of course I have a job," snapped Emily. "I'm a mother."
"We don't list 'mother' as an occupation...'housewife' covers it," said
the recorder emphatically.
I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same
situation, this time at our own Town Hall. The Clerk was obviously a
career woman, poised, efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title
like, "Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar." "What is your
occupation?" she probed.
What made me say it, I do not know. The words simply popped out.
"I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human
Relations."
The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair, and looked up as
though she had not heard right. I repeated the title slowly,
emphasizing the most significant words. Then I stared with wonder as
my pronouncement was written in bold, black ink on the official
questionnaire.
"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, "just what do you do in
your field?"
Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply,
"I have a continuing program of research, in the laboratory and in the
field. I'm working for my Masters, and already have four credits, (all
daughters). Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the
humanities, (any mother care to disagree?) and I often work 14 hours a
day. But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers
and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money."
There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she
completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.
As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career,
I was greeted by my lab assistants - ages 13, 7, and 3. Upstairs I could
hear our new experimental model, (a 6 month old baby), in the
child-development program, testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt triumphant! I had scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on
the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to
mankind than "just another mother."
Motherhood.....What a glorious career! Especially when there's a title
on the door.
Does this make grandmothers "Senior Research Associates in the field of
Child Development and Human Relations" and great grandmothers Executive
Senior Research Associates?" I think so!!!
I also think it makes Aunts "Associate Research Assistants."
Please send this to another Mother, Grandmother, Aunt, and other friends
you know! They will be delighted with their "new" position in life
Clerk's office, was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.
She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.
"What I mean is," explained the recorder, "do you have a job, or are you
just a .....?"
"Of course I have a job," snapped Emily. "I'm a mother."
"We don't list 'mother' as an occupation...'housewife' covers it," said
the recorder emphatically.
I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same
situation, this time at our own Town Hall. The Clerk was obviously a
career woman, poised, efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title
like, "Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar." "What is your
occupation?" she probed.
What made me say it, I do not know. The words simply popped out.
"I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human
Relations."
The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair, and looked up as
though she had not heard right. I repeated the title slowly,
emphasizing the most significant words. Then I stared with wonder as
my pronouncement was written in bold, black ink on the official
questionnaire.
"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, "just what do you do in
your field?"
Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply,
"I have a continuing program of research, in the laboratory and in the
field. I'm working for my Masters, and already have four credits, (all
daughters). Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the
humanities, (any mother care to disagree?) and I often work 14 hours a
day. But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers
and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money."
There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she
completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.
As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career,
I was greeted by my lab assistants - ages 13, 7, and 3. Upstairs I could
hear our new experimental model, (a 6 month old baby), in the
child-development program, testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt triumphant! I had scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on
the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to
mankind than "just another mother."
Motherhood.....What a glorious career! Especially when there's a title
on the door.
Does this make grandmothers "Senior Research Associates in the field of
Child Development and Human Relations" and great grandmothers Executive
Senior Research Associates?" I think so!!!
I also think it makes Aunts "Associate Research Assistants."
Please send this to another Mother, Grandmother, Aunt, and other friends
you know! They will be delighted with their "new" position in life
