Quote of the Day – “Cultural Framework” Edition
I should be in bed asleep, since I’m writing this at 9:45PM for delayed posting tomorrow, but . . .
Perusing my Sitemeter stats tonight, I ran across a post from 2004 that links to a piece that, well, I just can’t describe, but I’ve decided to archive here in case the originating site ever disappears, since new posts apparently stopped in June of 2006.
LeeAnn of the defunct blog The Cheese Stands Alone wrote about being called in to HR for being “intimidating”:
Just got home from work. Am purple with aggravation, frustration, and disbelief. Cannot possibly speak rationally right now. Also apparently have lost all my pronouns somewhere between the car and here.
Breathe deep. Calm blue ocean, calm blue ocean…….
Okay, I’m better now.
Here’s the thing… I was called into the HR office today, because one of my coworkers (let’s call her Blondie) wanted to file a complaint against me. The complaint stated that I made her feel “threatened”.
I was slightly reassured, however, that they’d given the problem to the Intern. This bodes well in favor of this being silly enough to count as training for her, apparently. The Intern is approximately 12 years old and has not blood but political correctness flowing in her pre-pubescent veins.
“How” I asked the Intern, “in the world does she think I’ve threatened her?”
Intern: “You’ve made no overt action. She feels intimidated by you, however, and wished to make an official complaint. We felt it was better to discuss the matter with you before taking any action, if necessary.”
Me: “Exactly what did I do?”
Intern: “Er… nothing, really…. she said she’s intimidated by you, because you talk about people and events that she knows nothing about, and she said it makes her feel stupid.”
Me: “You’re kidding, right?”
Intern: “We have to take it seriously, it’s in the manual. “
Me: “Exactly what was it I said that got her upset?”
Intern: “She mentioned something about medical references, and once you talked about Henry VIII…. it bothers her that she doesn’t understand what you’re talking about most of the time. Oh, and McGuyver. “
Me: “She’s upset because she doesn’t know who McGuyver is?”
Intern: “We’re not writing a complaint on this. We just wanted you to be aware of her feelings and be more sensitive to her cultural framework.”
Me: “Oh, you did NOT just say that.”
Intern: “Beg pardon?”
Me: “Nothing, nothing…. okay, so basically if I have to talk to her, I should talk slow, use small words, and mention nothing that happened before last Tuesday?”
Intern: “Did you know sarcasm is considered a form of aggression?”
Me: *backing slowly out of the room* “Uh… okay, gotta go, late for my shift… buh-bye now.”
I haven’t quite decided how to handle this yet. Part of me wants to completely and utterly ignore Blondie and speak nary one more word to her… ever.
And the other part of me wants to start a discussion about quantum physics and watch her head explode.
I’m probably going with the third path…. I’m going to laugh my ass off.
Any guesses as to who The Intern (much less the cow-orker “Blondie”) voted for in the 2008 presidential election? (Though I’m fairly certain “Blondie” screwed up her ballot.)