I had a few related experiences while *in*...
First was when I was about 10 or 11. We were new in the org and my recently-baptized dad was appointed as literature servant. Twice per year he had to take physical inventory of every piece of literature. Me, my mom, and my younger brother were all enlisted to help with the count. Kudos to dad, I think.
Second, I often wished that I could be used for something other than cleaning (I rarely showed for this) or ministry (I pioneered for 3 years). Managing a very busy health office, I was good with #'s and with organization and delegation. When in my 30's, I mentioned to a childhood friend that I thought 'sisters' should be allowed to assist at the literature counter, he laughed and laughed and laughed. That was the 2nd to last time I saw him. He is now serving at Brooklyn Bethel with his 2nd wife. (The first one left him.)
Third one to share here was either my last or 2nd-to-last District Convention. I worked in the auditing department for many (10-15) years. The former elder in charge of our counting department had moved on to something else. With the change of elder came a change of 'brothers' to assist. Women could handle all the dirty money, sort it, repair the torn bills, bundle the bills, etc, but the real counting and making out deposit slips was reserved for the brothers. Since my secular job involved handling much money, I had nice desk top adding machine and my employer was generous enough to lend it out for the convention. So I bring my calculator and it is put in the little alcove next to my 'counting' table and assigned to a 'qualified' brother. Arrogant dipshit could not figure out how to get a subtotal. Since he was sitting about 4' from me, I got up and offered to show him how to do it. I got the dirtiest look as he told me he didn't need to be shown, he could figure it out himself. Later in the day he was again bitching about not being able to get a subtotal and started banging on the machine. When I asked if he needed help, he snottily told me 'no'. His pretty wife came in to say hello to him and he quickly showed her off to his buddies then dismissed her. The day went on. The next morning, he starts in again about having to re-do his 'count' because the subtotal button didn't work the way he wanted to and was again banging on the machine. So I got up from my seat at the head sorting/counting table, went over to him and unplugged the calculator. "Hey!! What are you doing??", he asked. I pointed to my business card that was taped on the machine and said "I'm taking my machine away so you don't break it." I put the machine in my car for the rest of the convention and never worked there again. Like I said, I think it was last DC.
OMG! Doctor's, with valid licenses, running million dollar businesses would call *me* for advice and this stupid asswipe felt it was beneath him to let me show him how to work *one* button my MY machine. LOL So incredibly happy to be gone from that misogynistic insanity.
-Aude.