I was 11 years old when I first started working. I worked for a party store; I helped with party arrangements, corsages and manned the phone. Now, I work as an Operational manager for nine charities and counting. I oversee all of the internal administrative and marketing aspects for our clients. Currently, I’m in the works of expanding the office and obtaining two new charities.
My grandmother has spent the majority of her life as a battered housewife. She raised 5 children. Once she was able to leave my grandfather successfully she worked as a crossing guard for a Jewish elementary school. No one knows for sure her real age—she has three birth certificates from Ponce. I believe she still works as a crossing guard 30 plus years later and recently graduated with her masters in English Literature.
The oldest of the five was my mother. She was definitely the black sheep of the family, both figuratively and literally. She was frowned upon and brought shame to the family because of her skin color. (This explains why my father is Irish/Italian) For thirty years she worked as a Court Reporter for both family and Criminal court. After her first divorce, she reclaimed her maiden name. Her boss found out that she was Spanish and attempted to make advances towards her. When she refused, he threatened her job. My mother became blacklisted from her profession when I was nine years old. She currently works as a dog groomer after retirement in the hopes of remaining useful and occupied.
From my understanding, Weber states that as long as Capital encourages its workers with a reasonable compensation, the employee will view their time spent working as more valuable than time spent elsewhere. I feel this more or less the mindset of any driven business person including myself. I am only 25 and yet I’ve spent 14 years with constant work. The purpose I’m continuing my education is a farsighted promotion. In a sense, these are values the women of my family lived by, even if that meant never being home for their families.