The Old School Lunch

[Oh. And then today I not-so-loudly said “god damnit” after a frustrating case and my office-mate very seriously told me “you can’t say that” and “you’re going to hell.” I seriously thought she was joking but she was not shitting me. She then suggested that I say “F” next time to which I said “you want me to drop the f bomb instead of ‘god damnit’?” to which she replied, no, just say “Efff!”]

I like my co-workers. I really do. With the exception of maybe one or two out of all that i’ve encountered so far, they’ve all been better than I could’ve imagined.

Except when you stumble onto a conversation that starts with that news article on American folks getting shorter (because that would be bad, you know) and then somehow getting into a discussion about “pure” white and black folks and “race mixing” and such. At one point, I heard the phrase “yea, more people are having mixed kids so I guess one of the good things is that it’ll solve racism.”

I guess parts 1 and 2 of the cultural competency training haven’t covered these issues yet. Ugh.

But did I say anything? No. I just waited until they were done with the discussion to change the topic. I think they knew I was a little uncomfortable with what they were saying. But in any case, I am going to wait a while before I say something if anything to my coworkers and/or boss and/or the admin folks.

To be continued.