I went to the bank today to change some info, move some money, (OK! OK! and get overdraft protection because sometimes I’m a flake!). While we were filling out the application for overdraft protection, the customer service person asked me about my job. My job. I told him I left my job in Australia to move back to Kansas City, but that my husband was still working. His response? ‘Oh I’ll just put you down as a housewife then.’ Housewife. But I’m an Urban Designer! I had a career! I made money! Now what am I?
One of the (many) reasons for quitting my job was getting away from defining myself through my job. And my first experience with a new label? I didn’t take it so well. I have a long way to go.
Oh, and the customer service guy said the alternative in the system was ‘domestic engineer.’ Nope. Not helping.