"First they came for the communists. . . ."
I hate my job.
Let me clarify.
I'm not just imperfectly happy with my employment situation. I don't just have a job that isn't quite the one I would like to have. I'm not just grumbling about having to get up every day to go in to work. I have a demeaning job for one of the three companies with which I have the strongest ethical qualms in the entire world.
Well,country. I imagine there's something outside my experience in Africa or Asia that could top them.
Anyway, I hate my job and the company for which I do it. In other words, if I was smart I wouldn't go out of my way to protect them.
A week ago the company brought in some outside contractors. One of the employees of said outside contractors . . . identifies outside the gender binary. Never mind in what way(s). Not important. A few of the ignorant redneck inbreeders with whom I work started very vocally expressing their amusement at her expense, but not, yet, while she was in the vicinity.
I figured I had two realistic options.
1) Go to management and point out that she could easily charge the company with harassment if she picked up on this shit,or
2) Start stabbing the stupid fuckers with the pointy end of the crowbar we keep tucked back in the steel.
Despite not being the sort to go to management about interpersonal problems, and despite being more than happy to contemplate the prospect of the company being sued for discrimination/harassment, I went with option #1.
I've quietly corrected a couple of my co-workers in minor matters of etiquette with direct bearing on the situation since then, including last night.
The worst part? She pisses me off! She has no authority to tell me how to do my job, doesn't listen, and freely invites herself to use equipment and materials from our section!
Let me clarify.
I'm not just imperfectly happy with my employment situation. I don't just have a job that isn't quite the one I would like to have. I'm not just grumbling about having to get up every day to go in to work. I have a demeaning job for one of the three companies with which I have the strongest ethical qualms in the entire world.
Well,country. I imagine there's something outside my experience in Africa or Asia that could top them.
Anyway, I hate my job and the company for which I do it. In other words, if I was smart I wouldn't go out of my way to protect them.
A week ago the company brought in some outside contractors. One of the employees of said outside contractors . . . identifies outside the gender binary. Never mind in what way(s). Not important. A few of the ignorant redneck inbreeders with whom I work started very vocally expressing their amusement at her expense, but not, yet, while she was in the vicinity.
I figured I had two realistic options.
1) Go to management and point out that she could easily charge the company with harassment if she picked up on this shit,or
2) Start stabbing the stupid fuckers with the pointy end of the crowbar we keep tucked back in the steel.
Despite not being the sort to go to management about interpersonal problems, and despite being more than happy to contemplate the prospect of the company being sued for discrimination/harassment, I went with option #1.
I've quietly corrected a couple of my co-workers in minor matters of etiquette with direct bearing on the situation since then, including last night.
The worst part? She pisses me off! She has no authority to tell me how to do my job, doesn't listen, and freely invites herself to use equipment and materials from our section!