Yay for Mondays...blerghh :)
I tried to stop by to say hi to my father on Friday. My Aunt works with him and she had some stuff to give me. I walk in to his work, and he barely says hello...I look over, and there's a Latino girl about my age about to cry. He all of a sudden starts yelling at her...apparently someone printed out a bunch of pictures of her head and scribbled a mustache/goatee on them and put them all over the dealership...on car windows and everything. He was yelling at her and saying that if she starts selling a bunch of cars like everybody else, then she can have a voice. He then said, and I quote,:
"We have to spend more time here with each other than with family. So if you can't take a joke, I'll give you a box and you can get the hell out."
I really felt bad for her. She started to cry and called her mom on her cell phone...she started talking in Spanish and everyone in the room...the whole crowd full of sharks and salesman snickered at her.
My dad, pissed off and as typical is to his nature...he doesn't let the situation go, but grabs a box, throws it at her feet and tells her to have a nice life. She really starts to cry, and then he sits down and starts to lecture her and call her ungrateful for the job he gave her.
I could hardly breathe as I realized I was seriously looking in at myself on that girl. He completely humiliated her, and failed to protect her as her manager. I understand that it was just a joke, and that the guys were just kind of picking on her in what they thought was harmless...but if she already feels racially isolated, and comes to you as a manager and says, "I'm really upset by this, please don't let them do stuff like this to me anymore", then step up and protect her.
This may just be my opinion. I ended up just leaving. He tried calling my name as I walked out, but I was disgusted.
This set me off and doesn't help my quest to try to have God fill my parental void. Why was I assigned these...people...to be my parents? (This is just a simple question, I would like to find what purpose God could bring out of it.) And another...Why do people who have parents/money/close family tend to take them for granted? I heard my friend's husband call his mom a stupid ass bitch the other day. I was completely shocked because I wouldn't dream of talking to her that way. I don't get it.
I hope my foster mom has gotten my letter by now, and that she responds sometime soon. I sent it out last week, so...let's hope that this won't be strike three with parents. I don't want to be "out". I do, however, very so much wish to be "safe".
"We have to spend more time here with each other than with family. So if you can't take a joke, I'll give you a box and you can get the hell out."
I really felt bad for her. She started to cry and called her mom on her cell phone...she started talking in Spanish and everyone in the room...the whole crowd full of sharks and salesman snickered at her.
My dad, pissed off and as typical is to his nature...he doesn't let the situation go, but grabs a box, throws it at her feet and tells her to have a nice life. She really starts to cry, and then he sits down and starts to lecture her and call her ungrateful for the job he gave her.
I could hardly breathe as I realized I was seriously looking in at myself on that girl. He completely humiliated her, and failed to protect her as her manager. I understand that it was just a joke, and that the guys were just kind of picking on her in what they thought was harmless...but if she already feels racially isolated, and comes to you as a manager and says, "I'm really upset by this, please don't let them do stuff like this to me anymore", then step up and protect her.
This may just be my opinion. I ended up just leaving. He tried calling my name as I walked out, but I was disgusted.
This set me off and doesn't help my quest to try to have God fill my parental void. Why was I assigned these...people...to be my parents? (This is just a simple question, I would like to find what purpose God could bring out of it.) And another...Why do people who have parents/money/close family tend to take them for granted? I heard my friend's husband call his mom a stupid ass bitch the other day. I was completely shocked because I wouldn't dream of talking to her that way. I don't get it.
I hope my foster mom has gotten my letter by now, and that she responds sometime soon. I sent it out last week, so...let's hope that this won't be strike three with parents. I don't want to be "out". I do, however, very so much wish to be "safe".