July 18; Hell Hath No Fury As a Woman Who Was Passed Over For Promotion MANAGEMENT BY THE BOOK: 365 Daily Bible Verse & One-Minute Management Lessons For The Busy Faithful
Chapter Seven: Power; 18 July
She caught him by his cloak and said, “Come to bed with me!”
But he left his cloak in her hand and ran out of the house.
When she saw that he had left his cloak in her hand and had run out of the house,
she called her household servants.
“Look,” she said to them, “this Hebrew has been brought to us to make sport of us!
He came in here to sleep with me,
but I screamed.
|Hell Hath No Fury As a Woman Who Was Passed Over For Promotion|
Much is made of the need of experienced men from the Good Ol’ Boys Club to mentor younger women to groom them in the ways of the corporate world. Men should provide one-on-one counseling to encourage young women to embrace an opportunity to break the glass ceiling.
This is, of course, a lie.
Who are the people holding these young women back from the informal training that only the older men can offer? You can bet it’s not the men.
It is other women. Or, to be precise, the “other woman.”
Let us conduct a simple test: the male CEO wants to set an example and meet regularly with individual young women for more of that grooming-action attention. (Some cultures might call this a ‘harem.’ But in our enlightened society we call these young females ‘interns.’) This will take lots of late night meetings. In high-end resorts. Entertaining clients. With that occasional adult <strike>entertainment</strike> alcoholic beverage. Or two drinks. Deep, deep into that dark night.
Here’s how we can determine if this is a good idea: ask the CEO’s wife.
She would probably advise against this very helpful glass ceiling-breakage involving her husband.
The wife is protecting her own interests (not wanting to share her man, of course) but she is also looking out for that lughead she married.
In a contest of ‘She said-He said,’ what she says will always win as it always does—inside of marriage or out.
Let us not assume that the mentored woman might have a different interpretation of those many hours of one-on-one team building. The kind of unit cohesion that produces all manner of pair bonding—that may or may not advance organizational goals. But the wife knows that women will often have different memories in the morning.
The data and literature is thin on false “memories” of women crying fowl. Some police departments and the FBI suggest that false accusations lurk around 40%.
But we know of at least one case.
Joseph, known for integrity, was alone with his boss’s wife. Potiphar’s spouse – the writer of Genesis doesn’t even think she’s worth writing her name down – wanted a bit more service than Joseph’s contract (and ethics) permitted. She wanted sex. He did not. And not just because the husband/boss would not approve. The woman did not get what she wanted and we know what happened next.
So. Should a man in a position of power ever be alone with a woman in his chain of command?
Bob, not his real name, is CEO of a $30 million organization doing important work on the conservative side of the political spectrum. I have never seen the CEO alone.
There is always another gentleman with him who does not say much. I ask him if he’s packing heat. He doesn’t smile.
The CEO is happily married who might be beyond temptation, if that were possible, with a gaggle of kids
The male security is not to protect the CEO from bodily harm, but from the threats from women.
For which there is no defense for most men.
President Bill Clinton can be alone in an elevator with a woman who screams and nothing will happen. The Conservative CEO in same elevator would be taken for a ride to the bottom.
She caught him by his cloak and said, “Come to bed with me!” But he left his cloak in her hand and ran out of the house. When she saw that he had left his cloak in her hand and had run out of the house, she called her household servants. “Look,” she said to them, “this Hebrew has been brought to us to make sport of us! He came in here to sleep with me, but I screamed. Genesis 39:12-14