When I was in the Navy, I competed for and was selected for a program that led to my engineering degree. I know there are those who assumed I got it because of being female, but the year I was selected, of the several hundred who made it, I don’t think a dozen had internal plumbing, so I’m pretty sure it was a combination of past performance, qualifications, and a stellar interview.
Getting my first engineering job was luck and networking - I had a very menial and low-paying job, but one of my coworkers was married to a man who worked in plant engineering at a local Navy base. He helped me fill out the application paperwork and hand carried it to the man who eventually hired me. While I had an engineering degree and 11 years as a technician and administrator in the Navy, I had no hands-on design experience. I didn’t even know what CAD was, but John obviously saw my potential and he launched me on a successful 26 year run.
During that time, I applied for and lost out on several positions or promotions, but before I retired, I’d worked my way up to the most senior working-level engineering position. I had no desire to be a manager, so I’d maxed out, and I was quite satisfied. And I know I advanced because I was good at what I did and my boss knew he could count on me to deliver a good product on time. I know full well I wasn’t the best engineer in the organization, but that didn’t matter. I was the best I could be, and that was pretty darn good.
And now, as a retiree, I’m doing an outstanding job! 