I could have sworn that when I was hired as a part-time field agent in New Zealand in 2003, my first question was “Why am I here?”.
It was my first full-time job.
It was a difficult and demanding job with a big job to do.
I was hired for a very small salary, less than $100,000.
The first day was always a bit nerve-wracking.
The staff were usually very supportive, but I never felt that I was appreciated by them.
I could not understand why I was not given a regular pay cut to make up for the money I would lose if I went home to New Zealand.
I never got a chance to talk to any of the staff, even my boss.
I did not know that there were a lot of women out there in the field.
In fact, I was so used to being treated like an afterthought that I never noticed.
There were two types of people in the country.
There was the very nice woman.
She was always smiling and she always said nice things to me.
But I felt a bit alone, not really included, she said.
And there was the guy.
The guys were very loud and were very disrespectful.
I felt really bad about not getting a break from them.
And then there was me.
I was just an average person, I told her.
It had been almost five years since I had worked as a field agent, and the only thing I had done that had been recognised as an accomplishment was being a part of the first women’s field hockey team in New England.
But that was it.
I had never been on the ice.
In New Zealand, women were not given the opportunity to play in any sport, much less be part of a team.
Women were seen as just part of men’s clubs and as a source of “help”.
I had never seen women playing hockey in my life, but my agent had.
And she told me she had noticed that the girls were not as tough as they used to be.
She thought that it was a bit odd that there was not a team of women who could be a bit more aggressive and compete with the men.
So she decided to do something about it.
She asked me to come to New York.
I had been asked to come because of my experience as an agent.
And I had a good impression of the people in charge there.
She told me to go and see the new women’s ice hockey team.
The New York City ice hockey club, known as the Albany Ice Hockey Club, had been founded in 1989 by an all-male group of players and coaches, all of whom were women.
There is now a women’s team in the New York area, and it is one of the largest teams in the US.
The women’s game is the fastest growing sport in the world, according to the World Hockey Federation.
But there are still many barriers to women playing sports in New York, especially in hockey.
The majority of women have to wear a mask and gloves.
There are no female referees in the game.
In the United States, there are no national women’s leagues.
In Canada, there is only one women’s hockey league.
And in many parts of the world women are not allowed to participate in the sport, let alone play.
In this context, it was quite shocking to hear from an agent that I could not play in the women’s league because of the rules that I had to follow.
And I thought: “Why would they tell me that?”
I have always had a sense of self-worth and I knew that if I was going to be successful, I had got to be an athlete.
I also knew that there would be a lot more pressure on me to be a success.
I wanted to be on the team and that meant going to the games.
It did not surprise me that I did not feel comfortable.
I felt like I was being told to do things that I really didn’t want to do and I felt really uncomfortable.
I remember one night I went into a meeting and I was really frustrated and I just told my boss, “You know, I just don’t want any part of this.
I just want to play hockey.”
She said, “Well, we don’t do that.
We don’t have any women.”
So I just said to her, “Fine, I will just go to the game.”
It was at that moment that I felt truly alone.
I knew I was in a world of my own.
I think the only person who really helped me was my agent, who has since passed away.
But she was the first person who helped me realise that I needed to be more independent, that I should work from home and do all the other stuff that I normally would.
She taught me to keep my head up and that