I try not to bring gender to my job, but sometimes it has a way of making itself known. I do not use my gender at work to get people to do things for me and I do just as much work as the men in my position.
I admit, I enjoy getting my nails done. Every couple weeks I journey to the salon because it makes me feel good. My hands are very visible to the public and it’s important to me for them to look nice. Now, I do kinda take it to the extreme and my nails sometimes are quite long, but it’s ok with my boss because it doesn’t impede my job.
With these nails I can still mount and balance tires faster than most and that’s the benchmark I use for nail length. Many people comment on my nails. Some people say they like them, some people ask how I can work in them, and some tell me that it’s pretty but unprofessional. I poo-poo the haters and go on with my life.
But from there, it gets weirder. I was working one day and one of out customers was talking to another writer when I passed by them to go into the shop. A few miniutes later I passed them again, then again on my way back into the shop. This guy stopped me and in his creepiest voice leaned over and said, “You smell purty.”
Horrified, I thanked him and hid in the shop until he left. Then, this guy calls and I answer the phone.
Man: “Are you that girl who smells good?”
I quickly put him on hold and got the other writer to take his call.
I’ve had other comments similar to this.
-I could stand here and smell you all day.
-Can you walk by again, you smell so good.
-You smell like my ex.
I appreciate that others can enjoy my perfume, but where I come from it’s taboo to comment on the scent of people you don’t know, especially if you do it in your best stalker voice.
For these reasons, I try not to make myself up for work because I don’t like to draw more attention to my femininity. But just the other day I was feeling a little down, so I did my hair. I usually wear it in a bun but I straightened it out and curled the ends, and people couldn’t stop commenting on it. Not two hours into my shift I answered our ringing phone.
Man: “Shelly?”
Me: “Yes?”
Man: “I was just in there and I had to tell you that you’re gorgeous and I can’t wait to see you again. That’s all, good-bye!”
-CLICK-
Look, I realize that it’s not very common to see women in the automotive field (although many women are starting to get involved), and we don’t want to be seen as anything other than the role we’re playing at work. I don’t say creepy things to my waiter or the guy that cleans the carpet because he’s there to do a job. Just because he works out and takes care of his appearance I’m not going to gawk at him or make annonymous phone calls. I’ve worked hard to gain the knowledge and respect from my peers. The very fact that I hold my position with accomplishments and awards means that I’m here with a purpose.
I feel insulted when someone will question my knowledge of cars then ask me for my phone number.
One guy came up to me and actually said, “What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this? You’d make more money dancing.”
“I’ve spent the past 6 years in the automotive industry and although I’m sure my parents would be proud of me no matter what I do, I don’t think I’d be able to deal with all the creeps I’d come across such as yourself,” I replied.
He got mad and told me that I was rude and that he didn’t want to do business with me. He then told my boss that I was rude to him and it might prevent him from coming back to do business with us. When asked what I said, he said I called him a creep. After I chimed in that he said I should be a dancer, he didn’t have to stop doing business with us, he was cut off.
If you men out there can learn one thing from this I hope it’s that I don’t give a crap about what you think of me. My looks are none of your concern if you’re trusting me with your $30,000 car. I can’t do a good job if I constantly have to look out for creepy people (creeple) who want to smell me and make mysterious phone calls. I want to care for your car with no strings attatched. I know I’m not crazy because this doesn’t happen to the men I work with, and they notice the attention I get. I’m sure there are other women out there who are going through the same thing and I know how horrible it is to not be recognized as a professional in this field. Give us a break, we have plenty of time after work to turn down your lame pick-ups.