:: So It Is Written... ::

:: Friday, August 02, 2002 ::

 

So what would you do? You're sitting at your desk, in an office you share with the busiest person in the building. He's having a meeting with a construction supervisor, and they're talking about people who want more money than they should get. And then the supervisor leans forward and says, "I'd rather have a n*gger working for me than a dirty ol' mexican"... (yes, I edited that word... no, I didn't have to...) so what do you do? I was offended... something about the way he said that just hit a nerve... I really wanted to turn around and explain to him that he personally was holding up social reform in this country. He's a reason why people think the south is full of redneck racists and the stars and bars stands for black oppression...

I got up and walked out for the day... Just turned my computer off and walked out... No, it wasn't the most professional thing I've ever done, but the comment wasn't exactly the most professional thing I've ever heard. There was no one here to explain to why I was leaving, so I ran by the temp office and explained it to the guy who signs my paychecks (who happens to be the son of my boss). And he apparently called over here this morning, and I got called into another bosses office (the brother or son of my boss (yes, there's A LOT of them around here)) to discuss what happened. He said that that kinda of behavior was unacceptable at this business... but then he followed that up with, "besides, he's got it all wrong, everyone knows that mexicans work their tails off, while.." now, I'm gonna stop there, because that's about the point I realized that while this guy was obligated to say it was the company policy to not be racist and yadda yadda... he had the same racist stereotypical views as the other guy...

What's wrong with people? Why can't we just withhold our judgement of people until after we meet them? Doesn't matter what's happened before... not only is that in the past, but it doesn't apply to the next person who walks along. If some long-haired, trench coat-wearing, white guy slapped your sister, then, sure, be aware of me as I walk down the street, but don't assume I'm the same as that other person... then again, that's getting off on a different tangent...

I could rant all day about this sort of thing, because it doesn't exist in my perfect world... then again, neither does the NAACP. different side of the same coin... d@#$ why can't I just run the world? excuse me... would everyone please just elect me supreme ruler of the known universe? maybe just supreme ruler of this solar system... Then I can set things right.

And now for something completely different....

I got a neat little thing on my desk this morning. The results for some psych/work ethic test I took came back today. They sent the temp company, who then sent to me, a 20 page summary of how I work. I have to say I am more than impressed... These thing just pegs me down perfectly... I really want someone else to read through it and see if they agree, but unfortunately, it's 20 pages long... no way I'm gonna retype it here... maybe I'll scan it or something :) "Here, everyone! spend an hour reading about me!!!" :)

but not today, because it's quittin' time and I'm going home.

:: posted by Tmber :: 2:58 PM ::