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1943 Guide to Hiring Women
Eleven tips on getting more efficiency out of women employees…

[The following is an excerpt from the July 1943 issue of Transportation Magazine. This was serious and written for male supervisors of women in the work force during World War II. Obviously, the intent was not to be “funny,” but by today’s standards, this is hilarious…]

There’s no longer any question whether transit companies should hire women for jobs formerly held by men. The draft and manpower shortage has settled that point. The important things now are to select the most efficient women available and how to use them to the best advantage. Here are eleven helpful tips on the subject from Western Properties:

1. Pick young married women. They usually have more of a sense of responsibility than their unmarried sisters, they’re less likely to be flirtatious, they need the work or they wouldn’t be doing it, they still have the pep and interest to work hard and to deal with the public efficiently.

2. When you have to use older women, try to get ones who have worked outside the home at some time in their lives. Older women who have never contacted the public have a hard time adapting themselves and are inclined to be cantankerous and fussy. It’s always well to impress upon older women the importance of friendliness and courtesy.

3. General experience indicates that “husky” girls – those who are just a little on the heavy side – are more even tempered and efficient than their underweight sisters.

4. Retain a physician to give each woman you hire a special physical examination – one covering female conditions. This step not only protects the property against the possibilities of lawsuit, but reveals whether the employee-to-be has any female weaknesses which would make her mentally or physically unfit for the job.

5. Stress at the outset the importance of time – the fact that a minute or two lost here and there makes serious inroads on schedules. Until this point is gotten across, service is likely to be slowed up.

6. Give the female employee a definite day-long schedule of duties so that they’ll keep busy without bothering the management for instructions every few minutes. Numerous properties say that women make excellent workers when they have their jobs cut out for them, but that they lack initiative in finding work themselves.

7. Whenever possible, let the inside employee change from one job to another at some time during the day. Women are inclined to be less nervous and happier with change.

8. Give every girl an adequate number of rest periods during the day. You have to make some allowances for feminine psychology. A girl has more confidence and is more efficient if she can keep her hair tidied, apply fresh lipstick and wash her hands several times a day.

9. Be tactful when issuing instructions or in making criticisms. Women are often sensitive; they can’t shrug off harsh words the way men do. Never ridicule a woman – it breaks her spirit and cuts off her efficiency.

10. Be reasonably considerate about using strong language around women. Even though a girl’s husband or father may swear vociferously, she’ll grow to dislike a place of business where she hears too much of this.

11. Get enough size variety in operator’s uniforms so that each girl can have a proper fit. This point can’t be stressed too much in keeping women happy.


Oh yeah, for those of you who do not know…I resigned from my postion at the hospital.

It was so stressfull working for that……that….woman, trying so hard every day and failing miserably (according to her assessment of how the practice was running, that is): within 2 years it literally made me sick. For reals sick. I had to go to the doctor for this completely unrelated bronchofluishcrapinmychest shit I contracted 3 weeks ago and I mentioned some other symptoms I’ve been having to the Doctor. After she picked her jaw up off the floor, she ran me up one side and down the other for neglecting to come in sooner and then told me I needed to make some major changes or….or else….and to get my ass back in there for tests and shit. So I quit my job the next day. Art says I’m looking better already. I feel better. But now I have to deal with doctors. Still, overall, a much better deal than going into that place even one more day.

You know, those people didn’t do one goddamn thing on my last day (besides over-book the surgery schedule and work everyone straight through without a lunch break)? 3 years of service; 2 years of that complete, loyal, mind numbing devotion to them….and they didn’t even SAY GOODBYE. They just…..went out for a late lunch and didn’t come back. No card. No “We’ll miss you”. No….nothing. Hell, I woulda taken a pat on the back and a cupcake. I did give them a piece of my mind (the “he” part of them (doctor and husband that run the place)) He said it was just an oversight, they forgot, nothing personal. Neato. They…..forgot. Wow. There’s a kick in the teeth for ya. I may go back to work in a little while, but you know what? Not a chance in hell I will ever step foot in that place again. It takes a LOT to insult me, but they managed it quite effortlessly. They insulted AND embarrassed me. Awesome.


My cervix is soooooooo pretty……

You may be asking yourself “How does she know this???? I mean, yeah, this is Lisa we’re talking about, of course her cervix is perfection, but how does SHE know?”

Because my doctor told me so, that’s how I know. Granted, she’s a GP, so I think the bar for good looking girl-bits is probably pretty low seeing as she’s not staring at that shit for 10 hours a day like a regular GYN (you gotta throw some pretty hopped up vagina at those kids to get any kind of commentary, trust me, they’re vaginaly jaded) I was a little shocked to hear her comment “Ohhhhhh, that is a very nice cervix” like she was commenting on a really nice painting or an exceptionaly eye catching automobile. I believe I told her “Thank you….. I think….”

I had a pretty intense doctors appointment today…complete with EKG to investigate the heart thing, bloodwork, girl parts exam and referal to a couple of specialists. Wheeeee.

I think I scared the little twit that came in to take my blood. It wasn’t my fault she’s an idiot. When she went to take my blood pressure, she cuffs me, puffs it up and then went sorta blank for a minute as she groped at her chest for a stethascope that wasn’t there….”Um, I can’t take your blood pressure without my stethascope”….I merely rolled my eyes and sighed. I raised an eybrow and sighed again when she couldn’t find my pulse ( I took it myself and gave her the number, fucking moron). And then she totes in the blood collection kit, as if perhaps I was going to let her anywhere near me with anything sharp and pointy. I stopped her and asked her in my most menacing tone “How good are you at hitting veins? No, I’m serious…” She actually stuttered. I told her she needed to hit it the first try, because she wasn’t going to get a second poke. Of course she missed it. She went to try again and I just smiled and shook my head at her. Oh…yeah…ummmm, yeah. She went and got Angelica. Angelica sighed and said “It’s right HERE….tsk” I smiled. I liked Angelica, she didn’t fuck around or stutter. And HER stethascope didn’t have glitter on it.

So, phase one complete. Next….specialists. How to choose, how to choose….I swear, finding a good doctor is so impossible. I suppose I can just pick a name that looks pretty and hope for the best….but considering the seriousness of my afflictions, I’m going to have to have a better plan than that. I refuse to go to the specialists that my GP suggested (they are in a health care system that I shudder to consider visiting for anything more than a minor tune-up. Been there, done that and will NOT go there again) I’m strongly considering heading up to John Muir, I really like that hospital (shit, they have valet parking for everyone and their ED runs like buttah….they have a ton of nurses and it’s uber clean and doesn’t smell like sick people, what’s not to like???)

As awful and blackly humorous as today’s visit to the doctor was, it was still lightyears better than going to work. I’m going to be bitter for a while. Sigh.

Thank you Paula

It’s good to have someone in my corner.
Because I still do not have a bathtub. I have a tub full of chickens. In the bathroom. You know, where my bathtub SHOULD be. Chickens. Where my bathtub should be.

Well, sure, why not?

Even the dog is a bit confused about this.

Me too, Andretti, me too.


No bathtub for me. Art sez too expensive. Art sez I’m too “high maintenance” wanting baths and everything.

Sigh again, louder this time.

Ninja Hit Squad……the new breed.

New. Young. Female. Brightly costumed. TOTALY WHITE. You’ll never see em comin’.

Or if you do see em comin’ you’ll be all, like, “Awwwww, aren’t you cute sweetheart?”. Right before she kills you softly. With her hair stix. Or her poorly choreographed Ninja Dance of Death.

Beware the ninja assassin. Especially that one in the middle. She’s pissed. If she’s headed your way….just kiss your ass good-bye.

That is all.

Busy weekend

With the good weather apparently here to stay and my cold waning (somewhat – probably soon to be replaced with allergies :-/) I got off my butt and started hosing down the noxious weeds in one of the pastures with a pasture safe herbicide. I noted to Lisa to seeming futility of spraying the pasture by hand with a backpack sprayer – she reminded me that its good exercise :-P. I guess I don’t have much choice – the hills are too steep to drive a tractor on and getting it sprayed from the air is just not practical (or probably affordable).

We ran over to the local hay & feed store and got some chickens. Actually, fuzzy little chicks. They’re now setup in an empty water trough sitting in the spare bathroom with a heat light, food and water. They seem pretty happy. Lisa took a bunch of pictures – she’ll add ’em shortly.

More yardwork today – mowing the small bit of real lawn – it was around a foot long after a weeks worth of great weather.

And so starts another year massaging nature on the ranch …

Let’s go Tech

Rah – Clarkson won the ECAC tournament this weekend. I managed to record it last nite and watch it after dinner. After 2 periods, I thought they were going to choke yet again, but they kicked it into gear and went from 0-2 and won 4-2. They’re now the #1 seed in the Eastern regional NCAA playoffs coming next weekend. I’ll have to fire up the DVR again – alas, one downside of living in CA – no college hockey anywhere.