<p>I’m a graduate engineer on the precipice of licensure, in the construction industry. I’m also a woman. I’m the seniormost full-time female professional in the department, come to think of it.</p>
<p>Scenario 1: We have an open floor plan. My direct supervisor (former Marine, male) is standing at the wall beside me, and is involved in a conversation diagonally across my workspace with another coworker (martial artist, male) who’s standing behind me, at the open side of my workspace. They have a very long conversation about how, in foreign countries, it’s perfectly socially acceptable to treat women terribly. They continue with this conversation, matter-of-factly and pointedly reiterating the points… “socially acceptable”… “treat the women terribly”… giving examples for about five minutes, as I sit there in silence, trying to ignore. It’s impossible that they haven’t noticed that I’m incredibly uncomfortable.</p>
<p>Scenario 2: Different subset of coworkers, talking today about the reporter who went into the locker room and was sexually harassed. They’ve surrounded my workspace and are holding the conversation around me. “There’s got to be two-way respect,” says a coworker, “If you’re going to walk into a locker room, then you’ve got to respect that.” Another coworker says, “No kidding. Did you see what she was wearing? A halter top and short shorts.” Silently churning, I say, “So, she was asking for it?” Completely oblivious to my sarcasm, my coworkers chuckle and say, “Well, yeah!” Another coworker says, “If you wear something like that into a LOCKER ROOM, you HAVE to expect that that sort of thing is going to happen.” They got wrapped up in their conversation, which turned to sports, and then they left to go to lunch.</p>
<p>Since I’m an assistant project manager in charge of the day-to-day management of a large number of people that are working on my project, I try to watch out for my people and run interference for them as much as I can. I think this could really be a great place to work, but I’ve been working with HR and managing up to help develop the tools we need to do our jobs. I’ve been getting some great commendations for it, too, but there’s been some friction along the way. I’ve called some attention to some management practices that are self-defeating-- withholding praise and doling out constant criticisms, a lot of berating employees in front of other employees, and a lot of just-plain-rudeness. HR recommended that I continue to work on countering that with humor and by using my own positivity to re-energize the troops, and that they’d work on it from their end. I’ve not heard from HR since, though I see the people I talked to in the halls every day. I have, however, heard from the stressed-out, negativity-prone managers when I try to cajole them into thanking their staff at the ends of meetings, or saving personal criticism for private settings rather than staff meetings: “Well, I’m not changing my management style. That’s not going to change.”</p>
<p>I felt run-down at work, tired and stressed out, having been tasked with managing-the-managers, but since the two scenarios above happened, there’s this growing feeling of “I’m not safe” that I’m noticing, too… Hairs on the back of my neck prickling. Something subtle. Something not-really-reportable, nothing you can really put your finger on and say, “That behavior has to stop,” not that HR has any appreciable sway over the tide of upper management.</p>
<p>Were I to mention this sort of thing to anybody, I’d be outed as a malcontent, branded as the-woman-who-cried-harassment. My coworkers’ attitudes towards me would change, and all for a paltry couple of conversations that skirted good taste, but that still made this office, the place I spend most of my time, feel unwelcoming indeed.</p>
<p>My inclination is to do nothing, as nothing can be done. I cannot change these men. I cannot overpower the older guys to keep them from passing along their coarseness and intimidation to the ones that they train… I see the younger ones picking up the same tactics, using them on people more vulnerable than they are.</p>
<p>I do truly relish the idea of engineering; I clench it in my hands and do not want to relinquish it so easily to so stupid a cause. I want to design incredible, wonderful things with the best and most talented. I want to put pencil to paper and write equation after equation, build the basis for the advancement of modern construction and architecture with graphite and numbers, and I have worked constantly and strenuously for two decades to make that happen. Now that I’m here, now that I’ve gained entry to this prestigious group… Guys, we could have made this into the greatest adventure of our lives. Does it really have to be, “Welcome to the pinnacle! You can stay as long as you manage not to get skewered during the Running of the Boors”?</p>
<p>Worse yet, I have been the pied piper, with my thousands of posts, and my enthusiastic talks to multitudinous young women, and my mentoring of handful upon handful of excited young engineering students, set ablaze by my passion for an idealistic view of what my field should theoretically be.</p>
<p>I’m not sure what I intend with this thread. This should probably be a journal entry–it gives me comfort to set my thoughts to carefully-chosen words–but I thought maybe someone would respond with something that would bump me out of the rut, or at least give me a direction to lean towards.</p>
<p>Any clever ideas out there as to how to modernize a stodgy old industry?</p>