When I started working, it was before Japan’s bubble economy burst and a few years after the Equal Employment Opportunity Law was enacted in Japan.
I was still turned down because the company I was most interested in (a very well-known company in the industry) had no plans to hire girls, and since I was the one with the contacts at the company, I gave the slot to a boy friend of mine who said, “I want to go instead. So I gave the slot to a boy friend of mine who said, “I want to go there instead. （←I was a very good person, wasn’t I?)
As a result, I got a job at a listed company that said, “It’s okay if you’re a girl.” and I got a job at a publicly traded company, but the training period and the department to which I was assigned, in terms of the type of work I was doing, again, were all male.
(There were girls who did clerical work in the departments, but there was only one in several departments.)
And I am the only one who wears different work clothes and safety shoes from everyone else at work, which, if I do say so myself, is extremely conspicuous.(￣▽￣)
As a result, I was told many things.
But here’s where my ever-improving communication skills came in handy, because the great people loved me so much that no one told me directly (￣▽￣)
He seemed to complain a lot to the male senior who was mentoring me instead.
The complaints were not about what I myself was doing wrong, but mostly about my bad attitude as a woman.
But my senior was a good man, and thankfully he kept most of it out of my ear.
I was so used to being noticed and being told things since I was a student that when I was told, all I could think was, “Oh, I see…” I am grateful to my seniors for not telling me.
The company eventually disappeared with the bursting of the bubble economy, and I was eventually dubbed “old man Goroshi.(￣▽￣)
