8 36 pm pst [ work ]
I go to work in a great mood. I come home from work in
a lousy mood. What's wrong with this picture?
eM has been nasty to me since second day of work. Today it went from bad to much
worse. I've been trying to to catalog every slight here, but I realize i
have more or less skipped talking about her in favor of more cheery
subjects. My family and friends on the other hand have gotten the full
run down on her.
Anyway, today I reached my limit of being spoken down
to by her and simply said that if she had a problem with me she could tell
my supervisor instead of me. I understand that my co-workers need to be
able to corect me. I have no problem with that, simply with the
way she corrects me. So enough. But she flipped her lid, which
evolved into a conversation with our supervisor. In the middle of me
explaining why I didn't like being spoken to like I am stupid, she said,
"Is this because I'm Black?" I wish I had calmly said, "No, it's because
you're rude." But the actualy response that came out of my mouth was, "My
boyfriend is Black. Get over it!" Matthew happens to think it's
hysterical that I told her to "Get over it!" He's done his best to cheer
me up, but I'm pretty sure I'm leaving this job. I had already started
sending out my resume and I got a call back today, which really softened
the blow of having to deal with such nastiness. The reason I was in such
a good mood when I went to work is because I tracked down yet another
distant branch of my family
tree and had a most delightful conversation with an older couple in
Mass. Nobody gets off on these things like I do.
December 1997
December 1998
December 1999
December 2000
December 2001
< yesterday
tomorrow >
Rachel's Daily Diary
