Dear Outside Sales Man,
How are you? Thank you for taking the time to meet with me today; I appreciated your vigor and sales technique. From a marketer to a salesman, you owned it.
What you didn’t “own” was your discrepancy. You see, Mr. Middle Aged man, I noticed where your eyes were looking. One of the first rules of sales is to maintain eye contact, and yet, your eyes wandered. Lower, and lower…
As a young woman in the work force, I have heard stories of “people” like you. The type of people whom, either don’t take young professionals’ seriously, or the men who don’t take women seriously. Seeing that I fit into both those categories, it’s no wonder you not only patronized me, but couldn’t keep your eyes focused.
My question is simple; why?
I understand that there are times when we women put it out there for you to see; this was not one of them. I am wearing an Ann Taylor blouse, with both “ladies” fully covered. Even when I lean forward, there is nothing more on display than a PG movie, so why the constant staring?
You talked to me about how proud you were of your own daughter; would you want her to be treated in such a manner?
The fact of the matter is, Mr. Middle Aged Man, your actions today speak volumes as to the climate of the workforce for women. You didn’t judge me on my intelligence, knowledge of the niche market, or marketing initiatives; you judged me on my age and breast size. Just because I take the extra steps in the morning to apply make-up, style my hair, and make sure my outfit is respectable, does not mean that I am inept; it means that I take pride in the work that I do. It’s just a shame you didn’t learn more about that.
So, Mr. Middle Aged Salesman- the next time you meet with a potential client, I implore you to look above the fault. Because, above those breasts, is an intelligent, businesswoman.