Is this unprofessional? My cubicle? I’ve been wondering about it for a while now, and then I read the much debated cover story from The Atlantic magazine, “Why Women Still Can’t Have It All,” and my wonder turned to concern.
My cubicle is wallpapered with drawings my children create, two or three deep. I bring them every other day (well, at least on Mondays) and Scotch tape them all around the sides. When the kids come to see me, they like seeing their creations displayed (“ Mommy really does remember me when she’s at work!”) but that’s not why I put them up. I put them up to feel like they’re here with me. As I write this column, I am surrounded by “I love you Momy” (Okay, Ethan is working on his spelling) and drawings of really tall stick figures.
My question for you, and I’m ready to hear the answer even if it’s “yes,” is: Is my cubicle unprofessional? The displaying of children’s art wasn’t discussed specifically in The Atlantic article. The article talked about the related issue of whether it is unprofessional to talk about your children at work.
“If you’re in a business meeting, and someone asks about your kids,” Zions Bank SBA lending manager Cecelia Mitchell commented on “A Woman’s View,” “of course you can respond. But if I’m in a business situation, should I start talking about my family? No. Not anymore than if I were in church should I start talking about work. Focus on where you are and what’s polite.”
Hmm. Trying to extrapolate from that to my cubicle.
“Socially I talk about my family all the time,” West Jordan Mayor Melissa Johnson said. “I was in a meeting yesterday and a man started talking about his daughter’s Pez collection, and I said, ‘My daughter collects Pez, too.’ That was the extent of me talking about my daughter, but we build connections through social small talk.”
Ah-hah! Am I building connections with my cubie mates by displaying my kids’ art? Maybe.
“A mother can’t help if she gets an emergency text from her kids,” noted Kathy Nelson, a caregiver with Salt Lake County Aging Services. “That’s just like any other caregiver. We have caregivers in the field, and I never ask them to turn their cell phones off. But, if you’re in a meeting and your children are texting you incessantly, that’s unprofessional. And every time you go by their desk, their kids are emailing pictures and posting on Pinterest... .”
Oh, oh. That sounds very close to children’s art posted everywhere.
My loud wallpaper, however lovingly created, may be a distraction for my coworkers. After all, this is a newsroom. Very serious topics are discussed and covered here every day. Which is not to say that we don’t lighten it up around here. We do, regularly, but I’m not sure that my mates appreciate feeling the presence of my little ones the same way I do. And they can’t escape them. These are close quarters.
“What frustrated me about the (Atlantic) article,” Nelson pointed out, “was that the author makes it sound like it’s the job’s responsibility to make the job work for you when you step into the job. It’s not the job’s responsibility.”
“The job’s responsibility,” she continued, “is to meet its vision, its purpose. It needs people on the job every day. Now, yes, we can do job sharing. We have day care. Things like that make it easier. We have a lactation room because we have several young mothers.”
But none of my guests thought government should mandate those opportunities for mothers, for women. “That’s not the government’s job,” Mayor Johnson explained. “You’re not guaranteed life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness and a lactation room.”
No lactation rooms here, just potentially annoying art. Should the art be seen as something that uplifts and sustains a woman who works long and (without getting out too many violins) some might say difficult hours, or should it be seen as unprofessional and a possible distraction to my co-workers? I am willing to accept the jury’s decision, whichever way it comes back, because I sense I may be near the edge here and need some direction from my peers.
And by the way, my boys don’t do Pez. Just chocolate.
Now, get back to work!