Tra slogan e idee, quando i giovani reclamano Carta Bianca di Alessandro Trevisani , giornalista laureato in filosofia, su http://www.corriere.it/ .
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Mom Caught In Panties
Clausola anti-mamma
È arrivato il momento di chiarire perchè nel blog da tempo c'è l'icona con il link alla pagina di Chiara Valentini, giornalista de L'Espresso, sulle madri a rischio licenziamento.
job interviews I have done a few, but all very unnerving, not so much for so-called "performance anxiety" because of the discrimination to which they are subject to being a young married woman.
Once, when charged, with cold eyes looked my examiner, I got to do with quiet, serious face, I sent him straight to hell. Then, without allowing time to react, I went gracefully closing the door behind me.
Once, when charged, with cold eyes looked my examiner, I got to do with quiet, serious face, I sent him straight to hell. Then, without allowing time to react, I went gracefully closing the door behind me.
Too bad only having lived this moment in my mind! In reality, things went differently ...
a few months ago dear family friend told me they were looking for a secretary in a study by doctors associated with it. The pay was good and even the time being to the visits. In short, a decent job in many ways.
I called for the interview. Set date and time, I prepared the curriculum and introduced myself all dressed in white (not shirts but shirts!), Light makeup, hair freshly washed and combed, determined more than ever that this place would be mine. At first all went smoothly: my references were higher than those of the other candidates so far examined. But suddenly I began to lose altitude. Had taken the time of the fatal question, my time.
Married? Yes
Children? No.
In the project? No.
"You know, we really were looking for people who are free from certain commitments."
"We are on the usual, the usual speeches," I thought.
But I was wrong. My partner pretended to give me a glimmer of hope looked forward to a reality that I painted more or less like this:
"It is good that you know that in case of a maternity clause in the contract provides for the dismissal."
is what news is this?
a few months ago dear family friend told me they were looking for a secretary in a study by doctors associated with it. The pay was good and even the time being to the visits. In short, a decent job in many ways.
I called for the interview. Set date and time, I prepared the curriculum and introduced myself all dressed in white (not shirts but shirts!), Light makeup, hair freshly washed and combed, determined more than ever that this place would be mine. At first all went smoothly: my references were higher than those of the other candidates so far examined. But suddenly I began to lose altitude. Had taken the time of the fatal question, my time.
Married? Yes
Children? No.
In the project? No.
"You know, we really were looking for people who are free from certain commitments."
"We are on the usual, the usual speeches," I thought.
But I was wrong. My partner pretended to give me a glimmer of hope looked forward to a reality that I painted more or less like this:
"It is good that you know that in case of a maternity clause in the contract provides for the dismissal."
is what news is this?
OH ... OH ... OH ... A good sigh. Vaffa ... choked.
all this is legal? Oops ... I forgot we are in Italy, if not there is a way to make it seem.
Well ... I said that I had no more desire to continue quell'arido exchange of information and insults (its implied, my virtual). Then I tried to cut short and I could not.
I felt discriminated against merely because of being a potential mother. I remember that I waited for my husband exhausted, unmotivated. I already knew that I would never call. Forecast obviously apt.
In truth what pained me most was not so much the failure of the talks, as the reason had failed. For something that I was not but I could be. Not for my current references, but a likely future state.
To be a woman, a wife and mother possible.
all this is legal? Oops ... I forgot we are in Italy, if not there is a way to make it seem.
Well ... I said that I had no more desire to continue quell'arido exchange of information and insults (its implied, my virtual). Then I tried to cut short and I could not.
I felt discriminated against merely because of being a potential mother. I remember that I waited for my husband exhausted, unmotivated. I already knew that I would never call. Forecast obviously apt.
In truth what pained me most was not so much the failure of the talks, as the reason had failed. For something that I was not but I could be. Not for my current references, but a likely future state.
To be a woman, a wife and mother possible.
Monday, February 2, 2009
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