I don't have children, but that doesn't mean I don't have a private life

 

I am sharing with you a photo of a beautiful ornament in one of the chapels I visited during the Christmas season. I find this mosaic simply beautiful: peaceful, colourful, vivid, soothing and eternal.  I needed to see this photo again - because today's workday was just awful.

Most of the time I like the place where I work. But not today.

I had a disagreement with my superior about doing extra work outside of working hours. She (the mother of an adult son) literally said to me: "We, who already have grown-up children, have to be flexible with our time, so working on public holidays shouldn't be a problem for us".

Her manipulative, insulting comment really got to me. I've been part of her team for over a decade and she knows full well that I don't have children.

I didn't keep quiet.

I said: "I don't have children, but that doesn't mean I don't have a private life."

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I felt good because I spoke out - also on behalf of childless people whose suffering is still too raw and who never speak up (yet).

I am not paid more than colleagues with children. So it is only fair that everyone does the same amount of work.