Before I get into today’s story you will need a little background information. I work with 6 gentlemen with various developmental disabilities who require a higher level of behavior supports than the average person. I am one of two females on my team, and the other lady solely works the overnight shift.
At work I try not to be “the girl”. I embrace my femininity, I wear cute clothes have my hair and make-up done and use pink whenever possible. I try not to do the typical female jobs though. I’ll do my share of the meal prep, but I won’t let them assign me to meal prep every day. I can do any of the required physical interventions, and I won’t let the guys jump in and “save” me (unless someone has a good grip on my hair…then I need someone to block while I untangle myself). The guys respect me, and know how to treat me at work. It took some effort in the beginning as many of my co-workers were uncomfortable watching a girl get hit, and not jumping in.
Since I was purposeful in not being “the girl”, I hate when I do something that falls into a horrible female stereotype…like being a bad driver. Today I had to go to a training, where again I was the only female. And this is what happened when I pulled into the driveway.
It was embarrassing to say the least. All the area managers, and everyone I was training with saw this. I had to call A who signed us up for CAA and then I called for a winch. The first tow truck guy had to call for backup, so there ended up being TWO tow trucks to unstick my car.
Aside from my bruised ego everything is fine. Apparently this happens a few times every winter, they wanted a picture of what happened to send to the property manager. My car is fine, and has no damage and all it cost was a year membership to CAA. The membership ended up being a good thing because to top it off, the four-way flashers drained my battery, so I needed a jump. The only lasting effects are my cold feet. There was a really deep puddle between the office and my car, and no way around it. I had to walk through it several times, and then sit in my cold slushy shoes until lunch when I got to change my shoes.
Normally I’m a great driver-this stuff NEVER happens to me, I swear!