Working In A Man’s World Part I

Tonight I was watching a show called “One Of The Toughest Jobs.”

As I sat watching this show about repairing a passenger jet, I thought, right, you think that is a tough job? I have worked doing much the same thing as a woman. There was this guy showing how it was being done. He seemed to be feeling like he was sort of a super guy. Maybe, he didn’t work there full time.

The one thing that most people do not know about me is that I once was an aircraft mechanic. I worked in a place that had ten hanger filled with aircraft. The company did overhauls on military planes. We worked on F-4’s, KC-135’s and 130 Cargo planes. Some of these planes were Air Force and the others were Navy.

I worked on two of those projects. The first job was on the engine crew working on the F-4’s. When the plane came to our station, we had to pull the two jet engines out to be worked on. After they were finished, inspected and approved, we had to put them back in. That was a tough job because of the size of the plane. Try putting a part on in a place you can not even see. One had to feel their way around in a lot of cases or use a flexible mirror with a flashlight. One always had a partner. One held the flashlight while the other did the work.

No, I was not always the flashlight holder. Since some men resent women working in an environment that they consider their domain, they treat them bad. Women working along side of them making the same amount of money just rubbed them wrong. So, I felt that I had to prove myself. I worked hard very seldom asking for help.

Since we worked in pairs on that project, I did have help on occasion. It was necessary. Sometimes, I had the same partner and at others, someone else in the crew would work with me. The men in my crew came to admire me because they saw that I pulled my own weight. That still didn’t keep me from feeling out of place at times.

My point is that the show was about the toughest job. They were not doing anything that I didn’t do when I was an aircraft mechanic. Yes, it is a tough job. Did I mind? No. It was a good job no matter how tough it was. I was able to afford to take care of my two sons without worry. We had excellent benefits which kept me from the worry of not having insurance for me or my sons.

I will tell yáll more about my adventures in that job field at another time. Right now, I do not even want to think about the way that women were treated. I had my fair share of being jerked around because I was a woman. I managed to deal with it up to a point. That part will come later.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. mixwithlove
    Oct 11, 2009 @ 00:52:53

    Nice Blog I will be back

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