My Mom led me to Bell Telephone. My Mom had worked for Bell as an operator from the age of 17 until she was married and pregnant with twins. She earned enough to not only support herself, but also enough to contribute to her mother's household and to help with her younger siblings, and when she was first married her income helped when my Dad, a steelworker, was occasionally laid off. She always talked about when she worked for Bell - how she made such good wages, how customer-centered they were, and how secure her job had been. When I was a senior in high school we got a day off to either go visit a college campus or look for employment. I was undecided about college, figured I would work for a year or two, then figure out what I wanted to be when I was grown up, ha ha. My Mother insisted that I apply at Bell. I took the streetcar into town, went to the Bell employment office, filled out an application and was given a test for operator and service rep and passed both. They told me to call them in two months when I graduated. My Mother insisted I call them every two weeks, even before I graduated, just to keep reminding them I really wanted to work for them. I wasn't really sold, but I did as I was told. I was working for Gold Circle Department Store as a cashier in high school, and after I graduated, I was promoted to head cashier, which I thought was the big time! My mother reminded me every two weeks to call Bell, which I did. A month or so after graduation Bell called while I was out. When I got home, my Mother was beside herself, so excited that I was finally going to get a job at Bell. I called back and the job they offered me was temporary full time Operator position. I told them I already had a permanent full time job, so I wasn't sure I wanted to give it up for a temporary job. The guy told me to think it over and let him know the next day. When I got off the phone and told my Mother, she about had a stroke that I would even consider NOT taking a job, any job, at Bell. She told me in no uncertain terms that no daughter of hers was going to give up the opportunity of a lifetime, and made me call back immediately and accept ANY job they wanted to give me. She truly was so proud that I had followed in her footsteps and often told me that if I just did what was expected, I would have a good paying job for life. I really did love my jobs, operator, clerical, service rep, trainer, manager. My Mom was right - it was a good paying job, but it wasn't for life. Around 2007 I just found myself on Sundays dreading that I had to go back to work the next day. It wasn't the same company, but I was the same employee, and it just wasn't a good fit anymore so I whispered very often that I was open to a RIF. I "volunteered" three times, and finally got it the third time in 2008. My Mom was mostly right and I am glad I took her strong-arm advice.
RIF'd/Retired/Couldn't be happier!