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Saturday, October 11, 2008

"Water Cooler Diaries:" A day in the lives of working women

Joni Cole had one of those days when she was certain she was the most unproductive, scattered, exhausted woman in the world. You know the day, "...a very bad day when I was dealing with a family illness, a lull in my freelance writing business, and a four-year-old daughter who refused to wear socks, despite freezing temperatures." Out of desperation, as it often happens, rose an idea: Cole wanted to know what other women were doing that very moment, and if they were as perfect and productive as she pictured. Or not.

On March 27, 2007, more than 500 women kept a diary of their work day, adding entries throughout the day. An orthopedic trauma surgeon. A school custodian. A truck driver. A mine geologist. A stay-at-home-mom. A boxing promoter and matchmaker....The result is "Water Cooler Diaries," by Cole and B.K. Rakhra, the third book in their "This Day in the Life" project. This latest book highlights the dairies of 35 women, and entries like this:

3:11 p.m.: Is it so much to ask to be left alone while operating? The pager keeps going off, secretaries are calling into the room, and the OR managers keep asking me when I'll be done! For God's sake, I have this guy's leg in my hands, trying to hold the fracture in place while the resident taps a metal rod into his thigh bone. I'm sweating like a pig and there's an OR nurse relaying messages between me and whoever is one the phone. -- Erika J. Mitcheck orthopedic trauma surgeon

And this:

4:00 a.m.: There is something almost spiritual about being up at this early hour. I still get awestruck at Mother Nature when the sky is full of stars, or the moon is full, or it is pouring rain, or blowing snow. In Iowa, you get all kinds of weather. Today, it is cool but not cold, dark but not dreary.

This regular route is in the old part of Urbana, a small town of a thousand people, more or less. Some of these houses have been here for over one hundred years. In fact, I delivered to a couple of these same folks when I was a kid. My kids also delivered to most of them. And now my grandkids are newspaper carriers. We usually deliver by car during the winter months. In nice weather, we divide up the papers and either walk or ride bikes. Today, I'm taking the car.
-- Joan Zieser, newspaper carrier and motel desk clerk

And this:

10:35 a.m.: My desk is piling up now. Tyler wants extra help. He sang lead in the school musical last week. And he was sick, but just during the daytime. He was able to sing during performances in the evenings, largely because he was a hero. Now, then. Could I catch him up on conic sections? And then he would be able to take the test. And then I could grade it separately from all the rest. Sigh. Of course. I do like him so much. And he did an outstanding job in the musical. Kids are amazing. -- Linda Hayek, high school math teacher

It is captivating reading. I want to keep reading through the next woman's day, and the next. When I get on a plane today, it will be the book I pull out to read. I'd love for my teenage daughter to read it, too, to get the true breadth of how hard women work at so many different kinds of jobs.

Inspired? Why not jot down an entry from your day in the comments below so we can share a day in our lives together. I'll start. As Cole writes, in the end these books were born out of "a real need to connect."
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  • Dory Devlin, Shine staff's Avatar
    Posted by Dory Devlin, Shine staff Wed Apr 2, 2008 6:50am PDT

    Up early to get some work done before my youngest gets up to take too long a shower to be ready just in time for school. Again. There’s a lot to get done, organize before I leave to catch a flight. My teenager leaves for high school without a hug, and I am suddenly filled with tears. They are getting too used to my being gone and unavailable, I fear. My husband says she just needs to get to school on time.

    I look out the window and see Sarah, our 7-year-old neighbor, get on her school bus, and my dear friend, her mom, blowing her kisses. This is what I love about working from home, not being entirely cut off from the rest of my life, seeing and hearing my kids and their friends move through their day as I barrel through mine.

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  • Deanna A's Avatar
    Posted by Deanna A Wed Apr 2, 2008 10:47am PDT

    I have so many things on my desk to start, I dont know where to begin. Things left from yesterday are a separate pile. I suppose I should start those first. They are still there because they are things I hate to do, someone once told me to that first. They are crazy. Why does my soon to be Ex have to call me when i am buried, have PMS, and my teenage daughter is having a freak out? I am supposed to be able to have full control over everything. Pretend I am fine without him, moving on! GOD!! He picked the worst time to call...or did I pick the worst way to react? That is another "tip" I have gotten from other overworked, single, working friends...act "AS IF". That is not working for me today. If anyone has any tips for getting through a day of work raging with PMS without crying, I am all ears. Eating a 5lb bag of chocolate at my desk does not count. I already did that!

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  • mischango's Avatar
    Posted by mischango Wed Apr 2, 2008 3:22pm PDT

    The hardest part of my day. Presenting a new product to the executive team. Is it just me or is there more testosterone in the board room than there is in the Yankee's locker room? Just getting a word in between "brilliant ideas" is worth an Olympic medal, let alone getting them to see my differing opinion. I always thought I wanted to be closer to the executive level, but now I realize that it is more pain than it is worth. I feel less empowered than I did when I worked closer to the people that make the day to day happen on the ground floor. At least I can relate to those people. And yet - I'm still driven by the need to break down another barrier and be a successful woman at my company.

    I should start my own damn company.

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  • anna's Avatar
    Posted by anna Wed Apr 2, 2008 3:30pm PDT

    I hope I can soon say, "I work from home." I am almost 52 and decided to end my career as a long term care nurse. Yes, you guessed it, one of those nursing home nurses. I gave it 17 years and it almost caused me to have a stroke. But anyway I thought I would give medical transcription a shot. Not as easy as I thought it would be.

    While I never did electronic charting I assumed it would be an easy transition. Not so either. You have to be very computer literate number one. Number two, it is a whole different sub-culture. As you can imagine I was used to the nursing home population, being mostly senior citizens, with some acute stuff thrown in there just for fun!

    Now, after finally finding an online company to even consider me, what with no experience, I find myself in the second review period. I feel so inadequate. I was comfortably numb working as a nurse. This stuff is no joke. It takes a very dedicated individual, with excellent grammar and punctuation skills, to even get in the front door.

    So I have five more reports to complete before they decide my fate! If I get rejected, I will go on, to where I do not know. I did keep my license active and current, but really dread doing that ever again.

    Well enough for today. If anyone out there needs a conscientous transcriber, I am available! Pass it on!

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  • Jaimie's Avatar
    Posted by Jaimie Thu Apr 3, 2008 7:05am PDT

    As I am escorted everywhere I go with a security guy and a translator I wonder how long the last 4 weeks will go by so I can fly back home. It is strange and uncomfortable being trailed all day not to mention how long it takes to get through a meeting with 3 languages and 3 translators repeating everything you said. I actually take 8 bathroom breaks a day just so I can be alone for a few minutes. They must think I am missing a kidney.

    I think they understand what I am trying to accomplish but I honestly don’t know.. I feel like they just yes me most of the day.. I wonder what they tell their families about me when they go home … I think it’s time to get a normal job.. but is there such a thing?

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  • Beth's Avatar
    Posted by Beth Thu Apr 3, 2008 9:41am PDT

    Some days I wonder how many people actually know how to do the work they are supposed to do here, and I can easily answer it on my own that there aren't many. I love what the company offers to the community, is it really too much to ask for some organization and a boss who doesn't give you a blank stare when you ask them things? I've come to the conclusion that people who are against Universal Healthcare have never been sick or had to deal with insurance companies. I'd like to put them in my shoes for a day and let them try to tell someone that their insurance company will not pay for medically necessary procedures, then spend the rest of the day calling insurance companies that said they would pay and jump through hoops trying to get them to.

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  • Micki LeSueur's Avatar
    Posted by Micki LeSueur Thu Apr 3, 2008 10:28am PDT

    Today I woke up at 6:00 a.m. to get child #2 up for school. At 6:30 I wake child #1. Child #3 bounds into the kitchen for an immediate breakfast. 6:45 I leave to take child #2 to the train so she can get to high school. 7:00 I wake up child #1 again. He's is out the door at 7:35 -- only 5 minutes late. By 8:30, all three children are at their three different schools, hopefully with lunch and papers and homework. I sit down and write notes from a focus group I led on Friday. It turns out I am missing information the client wanted -- because they did not tell me they wanted it and I actually don't do focus groups so I had to fudge my way through the whole thing. I then eek out a deadline of coming up with names for cartoon characters for a fast food restaruant, then finish billing for writing a web site for a media placement agency. Write an estimate for a tech company website. Field a call from son's high school about tardies. Spend half an hour tracking down a medical bill for $14 that was paid four years ago that somehow appeared on and ruined my previously pristine credit report. It is now noon and I will try to have breakfast before I head out to buy groceries.

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  • Italian K's Avatar
    Posted by Italian K Thu Apr 3, 2008 1:33pm PDT

    Filing......filing and more filing. My days always start out well enough. I get up way early to get a shower, drink coffee and check my e-mail in the peace of the day. Then time to get my 16 year old boy up. If you have one, you know how difficult that is. Getting him showered and out of the house on time for school some days, not easy.

    Then comes the hour commute to work. Longer today due to bad weather and I might have driven a little slower than usual knowing I was going to be in paperwork heck today. A small blessing...a happy text from a friend just saying good morning. That made me smile, then the text from my assistant saying she was going to be late, today of all days. Didn't I tell her we were going to be in paperwork heck? Hmm.....

    Get to work, get settled, start sorting through a months worth of employee paperwork. Assistant still not here. Gotta be done, so I plow through it, deciding that we have got to have killed many a forest with this incredible amount of paper we use and wonder why our bosses cannot get in the electronic age and why the budget doesn't mandate us a file clerk. At least I have music, always soothing.

    Assistant finally gets here. YAY!!

    Jump out for lunch in the pouring rain just to get away for a bit. Back in 30 minutes, choke down some Soup to Go...then back to paperwork heck. In the meantime, answering phones and e-mails has put me significantly behind in my self-imposed schedule. I really really don't want to work late tonight. That leaves my son home alone too long, and I HATE HATE when I have to do that.

    It's not done for the day yet, but I already know the rest of the day. There is a light now at the end of this tunnel in this paperwork, which makes both of us smile. But then, the minimum of an hour commute home, but with the bad weather, sure to be more. Dinner to get, make sure my son has done all his schoolwork, straighten up the house, feed the animals, connect with my son, asking about his day, etc., then maybe time to relax, check personal e-mail, connect with friends, play an online game with some other friends.

    Then off to the TIVO which is my "sleeping remedy". Just to restart all over again tomorrow...

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  • kewon s's Avatar
    Posted by kewon s Fri Apr 4, 2008 12:18am PDT

    It's 3:08am and i'm stuck at this desk again instead of being home with my kids. I've been working this night shift for so long it's a bore to me, but i have to keep working in order to make a living. But i miss being home with my kids and i know they miss me. Cause as soon i get home everybody is off to school except little ms. jasmine. try to spend as much time with her before falling off to sleep after putting her down for a nap and of course cleaning the house and making sure all the bills are paid. After our little nap for about two or three hours, up take a shower and pick the kids up from school come home cook dinner and off to work and just keep repeating the same actions over and over again. Boring

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  • The 1 & Only!'s Avatar
    Posted by The 1 & Only! Fri Apr 4, 2008 5:37pm PDT

    Well I am 22 and my kids are 1 and 2, I feel so bad leaving them at the sitter. But its something I have to do... I am to the point were i want to give up. I work full time and i pay bills sometimes and most of the time I dont have a dolar in my pocket for anything, I hate living paycheck to paycheck ..Any advice?

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