Hustle and Scribble

When I stepped into the energy sector , my daughter was just two months old. Two. Months. Old. I had worked on random short projects before when in uni, and even through my pregnancy, but this was now a full-time role.  And no, I wasn’t trying to “break barriers” or “shatter stereotypes.” I wasn’t gunning for awards. I just needed a job. But somehow, being a new mom in overalls with a toolkit became this quiet social experiment . Can she really do it all? I could. I did. I still am. Now let me tell you what the glossy career advice columns don’t. At seven months postpartum, I was sent on a week-long field assignment. I wasn’t offered a soft landing. I wasn’t asked if I had childcare plans. I was told, not asked. And because, like most women in male-dominated sectors, I’d been quietly trained to prove, not question, I said yes. (I also was young and trying very hard to prove my place in the company). Everyone clapped. Strong. Brave. Committed. But no one asked about how my ba...