Call me a terrorist and threaten my pay? Enjoy your nuked careers, yuh heathens.
(long story. tl;dr is at the end)
I used to work in hospitality in a metro known for it’s obscenely huge tourist population, you know, the city built around the Mouse. I was a manager for the recreational division of the hotel. So one day, my boss (who we’ll call Mary for the purpose of the story) comes into the shared managers office and starts rummaging around for something, and strikes up a small conversation about work related minutiae with me. It’s important to note she is actually 2 tiers above me, but was acting as head of the department while searching to replace my previous boss who recently quit (great guy by the way, huge loss to the company).
As we’re talking, she abruptly stops and says “By the way, you need to shave your beard, you look like a terrorist and I don’t employ terrorists”. Haha, funny joke between colleagues, right? Nope. I am half Indian and I do look middle-eastern, and have been taking this kind of shit since middle school. Plus, we’re not close, at all. So I reply as calmly as I can muster, “Hey, I get you’re trying to be funny, but on my end it comes off as pretty ignorant, so I’d appreciate it if you chilled out with the terrorist stuff” to which Mary retorts “Oh, I’m ignorant? We’ll see how ignorant I am during your annual review”, and proceeds to walk out of the room in a huff. My jaw dropped so low I could taste the floor.
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I don’t get what’s hard to understand. there’s a country mouse and sings a song about going to the big city and making people laugh. then he lives broke in the city for a while, selling jokes for a dollar at the bus station. and, well, long story short he spills coffee on the city mouse as he’s running to his big-break audition and the whole thing ends with “you taught this country mouse how to be a city mouse” “you taught this city mouse…how to love”