Men, money, and me…according to her
I started my job, my as close to dream job as I expect to get, in October. I work for a non-profit connected to the medical field. Brandon’s mom, older sister, and younger sister all work at an urgent care clinic. You may have previously read that Brandon’s mom, older sister, and younger sister worked at a foot doctor’s office. Well then his younger sister, older sister, and his mom were fired. Then his younger sister, his mom, and his older sister moved to the clinic.
I’ve explained a few times to Brandon’s mom what exactly it is that I do. However, she still refers to my provider rounds as “marketing” and to my health fair booths as “PR.” She even offered my “business” a table at her company’s health fair for $150. Frankly, I just don’t have the time to fill out a grant application for that.
One night, after a few glasses of wine, she asked me how my job was going. I said it was going great and I was recently promoted. Her response?
“Well, you can come work for me if you want to go take some classes in medical billing.”
Before I write what my response was, I suppose I should say that I have become a bit more open and honest, or should I say blunt, when it comes to dealing with Brandon’s mom.
I replied, “Why would I do that?”
To which she said that after a while she could pay me X amount of dollars per hour.
I opted not to respond to this, but let it be known that her figure was less than I am currently making. Let it also be known that the position she offered me required no high school diploma and a vocational class, while I attended four years of college.
Most of that I could easily overlook, if it weren’t for the underlying chauvinistic tone. Now, to the innocent reader, it may not seem that way at all. You are forgetting that I have four years of observation under my belt.
Brandon works in construction and did not go to college. He makes just over the figure his mom gave to me. After overtime, he and I make about the same which to be honest, is pretty typical considering the standard pay differences between men and women. However, in his mom’s head my female college graduate brain was worth, at best, less than his.
Perhaps I sound like an education snob (although I like to think my four year investment is worth something) or just an ungrateful brat, but trust me…this may seem like one small incident, but it was covered with layer upon layer of oppression.
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