I will provide the beginning of the passage below for 'Oil Company Charade':Bethany Gentry was thrilled to have infiltrated, the ultimate good old boy network, landing a job with a midsize Tulsa-based oil company. Armed with solid credentials and what she considered the strengths of female leadership, listening, collaboration, consensus building, and organization. She looked forward to her first meeting with the company's retiring first female manager, Alexis Baker. Alexis offered a firm, most painful handshake in a cup of coffee. "I've been looking forward to meeting you, Alexis," Bethany said. "It's Alex." "Oh, I didn't know." Bethany took a sip of piping hot coffee with a sudden vague feeling of discomfort. The first moments of this much anticipated meeting seemed awkward and somewhat strained. "I'll be honest with you," Alex said as she walked around and sat in the oversize chair behind her desk. "You're here for the same reason I was here. When our founder, Champ Luman, died twelve years ago, his three middle-aged daughters, referred to throughout the company as the girls, became major, shareholders. Continue on with the passage on page 432 provided in the image...Answer questions 1-3 and question 4 provided below: 4. Describe a situation when you felt compelled to behave in a manner that was counter to your true self. How would you behave differently today?
Part 4 . The Leader as a Relationship Builder Chapter 11 . Leading Diversity and Inclusion Champ Luman, died twelve years ago, his three middle-aged daughters, re- ferred to throughout the company as the girls, became major shareholders. They know that . Me and God- we're the only ones who know that. Trust me, she said pushed hard for the inclusion of a woman in management. That was me. Now These guys do get down to some serious business, but not until they grouse it's you." about how Oklahoma State was robbed of its chance to play LSU for the national championship ." " Bethany tried to show no reaction as she set her cup on the desk. "Are you implying that I was selected over more qualified male candidates?" " Isn't that trivializing the men in this company?" Bethany asked. "No. I was not on the selection team. I've seen your resume and you are an Alex shrugged. "It worked. I became Alex and I became one of the guys. And, excellent addition to the organization. But qualifications aside, you and I fulfill, over time, I came to be treated with grudging respect, and promotions followed. shall we say-the 'diversity' requirements for an otherwise all-male club." I held the room spellbound for fifteen minutes at the last board meeting with my Bethany could not believe the undisguised cynicism of the woman across the theory that Texas A&M joined the Southeastern Conference in order to up their desk. She was torn between a desire to get up and march out of the office and a chances for better bowls because the BCS favors the SEC. Later, when I submitted desire to stay and hear the entire lecture. She decided to take the high road. "My my ideas for improving coordination of teams in the oil fields, they thought it was brilliant! I'm one of them!" understanding was that you have been very successful here," she said. "I suppose so." Alex gazed up at the numerous photographs showing oil Bethany nodded, somewhat impressed. rigs scattered across the Oklahoma plains. "I learned to play the game," she said name?" "Take my advice. Change your name. Bethany is too girlie. What's your middle somewhat wistfully and then suddenly turned and looked at Bethany. "I'm not "Madison." bestismist trying to intimidate you. But I think that coming in, you should understand some things." "Be Madison." Alex walked Bethany to the door and shook her hand. The meeting was over. "Such as?" "Such as . . . don't be too eager with your ideas or opinions. When I started, I As the door closed behind her, Bethany's feelings about what she had just intended to jump right in and contribute. The men resented it. I was considered a heard ranged from bewilderment to anger to depression. She sold out. All of these "pushy broad' as one gentleman told me to my face. The reaction to me was harsh. women sold out. They can't even be who they are. I am an experienced, educated, They may have been stuck with me, but these guys could marginalize me, make qualified, capable woman. I don't want to be Madison, Bethany thought confidently and pushed the elevator button. sure I didn't count, and make sure I knew it." 'What did you do?" The elevator opened and she stepped inside. What have I gotten myself into? "I stewed awhile and finally tried the opposite tactic. I jumped up to get coffee for everyone. I sought the wise counsel of their opinions before daring to make a suggestion in meetings. I played the female image that was in their minds. I felt Questions like an idiot. I kowtowed till I thought I would throw up." "How did they react?" 1. If you were Bethany, how would you try to conduct yourself at the oil company? I was no longer marginalized. But I wasn't respected either. I had quietly Why do you think your approach would be successful? stepped back and accepted my place." 2. Do you think male-dominated cultures like this one still exist? Do you think "Why didn't you just quit?" women have to plot a strategy to be accepted? Would you adopt a strategy in "Because I knew that's exactly what they wanted me to do. And I'm just stub- which you acted different from your normal personality? Why? born enough not to give them what they wanted." 3. What does it mean to be "true to yourself"? Is being true to yourself more im- Bethany took a deep breath and shook her head. "This sounds like the 1950s. portant than achieving personal career success in a male-dominated company? I can't believe men in management act like this." Is it okay to enable the continuation of an "unhealthy" work environment for "Uh-huh. It may be a little better now, but they are still throwbacks to Mad Men." women ? Why ? "So how did you develop this reputation for success if you went from being ignored to being a doormat?" "Have you met Bill Ledson?" Bethany nodded, took a sip of coffee, and leaned The Safety Committee's Jewelry Dilemma Leela Patel was standi standing by her machine , as she had for eight hours of each forward, waiting to hear the secret of success. "At an industry meeting in Houston, his wife, Margaret, got tipsy, cornered working day for the past six years . Le ears. Leela was happy; she had many friends among me, and drawled, 'Listen, Honey. I've been around oil men all my life. My dad Origin , Or so women at the food processing plant . Most of them were of Indian dy and his daddy were oil men. You're going to have to wise up and take car xe herself, although Asian women formed less than a fifth of the female Bill Evans. Barkforce. Leela was a member of a five-woman team that reported to supervisor plunge-become one of the boys. It's the only way you'll ever be a She reminded me that I'm on their turf. Margaret told me, 'Honey, as a wife and hostess for this crowd, I've talked more football than you can imagine. I have ard, Leela saw Evans approaching now, accompanied by Jamie Watkins, the shop stew . football. I hang on for the commercials. But they don't know that, Bill doesn't Wd. "Hello, Leela; we've come to explain something to you, trans began . "You must "i've heard about the accident last month when one of the girls caught a bangle in the