Mama always said that I should be a good girl - and I believed her - until now.
This week has shown me that good girls finish last. And loud, strong, proud girls finish first.
My friend Diana was nearly bullied into giving up her pregnancy - at 18+ weeks - because her doctors thought that by pressuring her, they could free up a bed. Wow, were they wrong.
A couple of months ago I was asked by a coworker to take over a sale he was working on because he was too busy working on something more profitable. The customer is a pain in the behind and I wanted to say no but that wouldn't have been very team-oriented of me so I did it. And we are about to sign the contract and my coworker just swooped back in and agreed to give me 25% of the credit.
And my boss thought that it sounded sort of unfair because I did all of the work but he didn't want to make waves.
So I made them for him.
I told him that if I got anything less than 100% I was going to go to his boss's boss's boss for clarity on the policy around ownership. Oh, and by the way, the boss's boss's boss had helped me WIN the sale so I'm SURE he would't discount the effort we had put into it.
And boy did he change his tune in a hurry. The "good girl" was going to get 25% but this loud, proud, strong girl will get 100%.
And Diana, well, she and her boys will get as much of a chance as possible.
Because she was loud, proud and strong.