Sunday|A woman’s rib
Jealousy says more about appreciation than thank you, writes Annamari Sipilä, HS’s London correspondent, in her pack.
Remember a former astronomer of the Demar Jutta Urpilainen, who became EU Commissioner more than a couple of years ago. When Urpilainen received “international partnerships” in the portfolio division (ie the Africa portfolio among acquaintances), a controversy began in Finland about the importance of the portfolio. Supporters of Urpilainen thought the portfolio was heavy and important. At other political weighing stations, the portfolio was found to be frivolous and shabby.
In reality, Urpilainen’s portfolio is important, but not important. It is important in the sense that what is more important than “building inclusive and equitable partnerships to reduce global poverty and support sustainable development” (direct quote from the Commission’s website). However, the portfolio is not so important that anyone would be genuinely interested in what important Urpilainen is doing as a commissioner. Of course, this is not Urpilainen’s fault, but the portfolio’s fault.
Urpilaisen the portfolio has been on the minds several times lately. The reason is the industrial struggle of the nurses. The scale of the importance of the two weighing stations is also applied to the work of nurses. The work is most important in the keynote speeches and when the assessor himself lies weak in the sliding sheets of the sick bed and is not allowed to drink even berry juice from a plastic beaker without help. A much lower reading on the meter will pop up as the patient recovers and, of course, on the day of the caregiver’s payday.
The sin of the two judgments is self-inflicted, it must be humbly admitted.
As a painful recipient, it hurts how much more can be thanked for all of this later, whether the Pol Roger box of champagne or the rare Rothschild’s Slipper orchids is sent to the caretaker. In Toipila’s mind, the box already changes into a bottle and the orchids into fair trade roses. Until it finally makes sense at home that no champagne is sent here now, giving thanks to alcohol is so old-fashioned, and the hospital can hardly receive flowers anymore, allergy sufferers are hiding in every other bed.
If wants to measure the value of his own work, the rule of thumb is that the value is inversely proportional to how valuable and important the work is praised.
If someone praises you for doing valuable work, your work may indeed be important and valuable, but the praises themselves would not want to be in place for the same shovel. This is akin to the old condition of praising subjugation.
Men have a tendency to praise women for unpaid or low-paid work while at the same time belittling their own abilities in similar positions. In this way, the carpet (vacuumed by women) has been pulled under wage demands and redistribution of work. Manipulation, of course, is not tied to gender. The cunning wife transfers the rest of the traditional women’s work with thanks to her husband: No one knows how to use baking soda and lemon as cleverly as our Thimpa! It wasn’t in vain to read Polilla’s chemistry.
Where from then know that your own work is truly valued? That others want the same job.
In practice, this is reflected in no one praising your work, let alone publicly praising your work as important and valuable. Jealousy, stabbing in the back, and barking are truly signs of appreciation from the heart. The rest is a buzzword.
This, of course, does not change the fact that all work is valuable and no work is left to its author. If one does not get satisfaction from one’s own work, then even less does it come from the thanks of others.
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