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Almost Inappropriate Statements At Work
Aug. 6th, 2004 12:04 amMy boss, Lisa, has an absolutely maddening paranoia of being party to something inappropriate at work. I don't know if there's been trouble before, or if she's just prudish, but she really got saddled up for trouble when I came under her watch. Work regularly has "Respect in the Workplace" talks and discussion groups who's only intention must be to drive everyone into a beige Political Correctness blase.
Remember, you aren't supposed to talk about religion, politics or sex at work. Of course these are all the fun things. Add Race and anything tasteless and suddenly it's all about...nothing.
I tend to rail against the notion of keeping things bland. Do I self-censor myself? More than they ever will know, but I try to foster a sense of openness and trust around my people. Sometimes this leads to odd discussions of donkey milk, or a mention that Princess Diana was killed by the Trilateral Commission, or something. It keeps life interesting. Most of us have worked together for so long, that we know if we've gone too far.
We do have one new guy, and we're still feeing him out, but so far his humor seems to be similar to mine, so we should be fine.
Back to Lisa, she's the one who was concerned about Bob the Builder, and our use of him on the bulletin board (from the second part of this post, last week). she even held another meeting to try to find another theme for the boards. she didn't, and we've gone forward with it. All of the big-wigs that she's shown it to, afraid that one of them would say it was too childish or not like it, forcing us to change plans.
Every one of them have agreed that it was very inventive and interesting. Every one of them. Vengeance is mine!
Some folks think, conservative financial companies just don't like creativity, least of all if it's fun, or a bit off beat. I think it's just what stuffy places need, and I'm willing to go our on a limb to prove it.
Back to our story. Lisa has a head full of thick, long, raven black hair. Today she was talking to one of my reps telling them that she can't walk through the covered, but un-airconditioned walkway to the food court over in the other building. I'll admit, it was about 98 degrees today.
I said that she was a wuss, and it wasn't that far of a walk. She shot back, "Well you don't have to deal with all of this hair!"
I quickly replied, "Yes, I do. It just isn't all on top of my head."
She just stood there, stunned, as the rest of the group giggled.
Remember, you aren't supposed to talk about religion, politics or sex at work. Of course these are all the fun things. Add Race and anything tasteless and suddenly it's all about...nothing.
I tend to rail against the notion of keeping things bland. Do I self-censor myself? More than they ever will know, but I try to foster a sense of openness and trust around my people. Sometimes this leads to odd discussions of donkey milk, or a mention that Princess Diana was killed by the Trilateral Commission, or something. It keeps life interesting. Most of us have worked together for so long, that we know if we've gone too far.
We do have one new guy, and we're still feeing him out, but so far his humor seems to be similar to mine, so we should be fine.
Back to Lisa, she's the one who was concerned about Bob the Builder, and our use of him on the bulletin board (from the second part of this post, last week). she even held another meeting to try to find another theme for the boards. she didn't, and we've gone forward with it. All of the big-wigs that she's shown it to, afraid that one of them would say it was too childish or not like it, forcing us to change plans.
Every one of them have agreed that it was very inventive and interesting. Every one of them. Vengeance is mine!
Some folks think, conservative financial companies just don't like creativity, least of all if it's fun, or a bit off beat. I think it's just what stuffy places need, and I'm willing to go our on a limb to prove it.
Back to our story. Lisa has a head full of thick, long, raven black hair. Today she was talking to one of my reps telling them that she can't walk through the covered, but un-airconditioned walkway to the food court over in the other building. I'll admit, it was about 98 degrees today.
I said that she was a wuss, and it wasn't that far of a walk. She shot back, "Well you don't have to deal with all of this hair!"
I quickly replied, "Yes, I do. It just isn't all on top of my head."
She just stood there, stunned, as the rest of the group giggled.
