je1 healthcare posted:

I really don't doubt most of these stories of oblivious IT workers saying oblivious things, but I attribute it more to aspergers than being white or any "-ism"


I'm shocked that this didn't make it into the article, but "bad employee gets fired" probably doesn't make for a good headline.

quote:

You can read Lamont’s full story on Medium.

Medium posted:

On February 14, 2014, some of us from the New York office took the Dubliners out for drinks. We met up with The Guy, as well as some other coworkers, and hopped from a bar in SoHo to a bar in the Lower East Side of Manhattan.

I had too many drinks and I felt sick. I went to the bathroom, feeling terrible because I was drunk–something I hated because it meant that I wasn’t in control. On my way out, I saw The Guy hugging a Dublin Woman, about to kiss her. Horrified, I ran past them, went upstairs, and put my head down on the table. A few moments later, The Guy ran after me and touched my arm.

“Amélie, you’re drunk, let me get you a cab.”

I told him to get away from me, but he insisted on trying to “help me”. Frustrated and angry, I got up and slapped him. “Don’t loving touch me, you pig,” I cried.

Medium posted:

The next day, I got invited by the Customer Care Henchmanager and HR Woman to a café around the corner from the office. My heart was pounding.
At the café, they interrogated me about Friday night, the slap, and my relationship with The Guy.

I told a half-truth–that I slapped The Guy because I was drunk and frustrated with our friendship. He was recently promoted to Developer Evangelist and I wanted to protect him.

HR Woman told me that they were going to do an investigation over the week and get back to me. She told me that I should go home. I asked if I could gather my belongings from my desk. She and Customer Care Henchmananger told me that I could not. They turned off my work email and company access while they conducted the “investigation.”

Medium posted:

Two days later, I met with HR Woman and the VP of People again. The investigation was complete and they decided to terminate me. [...] After the meeting, I texted The Guy to let him know that I got fired. No response.

Arkanomen posted:

In the modern age of cellphone culture where everyone has an audio/video recording device in their pocket I find the whole story hard to believe and telling me something happened with no evidence is just bullshit.

a starwar betamax posted:

Whoa I can't believe someone commented on another person's skin shade in a jocular way between friends! Goodness gracious! What is nexxt??? Lynchings in the parking lot?

Setzer Gabbiani posted:

lovely workers who can't wait until the next paycheck will jump on any opportunity to become the next adria

im gaye posted:

people do talk like that, though

you can come to kelso, wa and experience it firsthand if you like


on the flip side, lol at this fluff

Smoking_Dragon posted:

This never happened.

Minimalist Program posted:

But one of her bosses basically called her a chair, which to a black person is the worst thing you can do, given their cultural and biological fear of chairs.

Smoking_Dragon posted:

Even the response by the black chick made little sense!

cool and good posted:

Heh yeah good post I'm sure that's the entirety of what happened to her and not one example of techpeople being loving weird.

Smoking_Dragon posted:

Even the response by the black chick made little sense!

Minimalist Program posted:

Uh okay - what if I were to tell you that this happened: there's a guy and he's got cell phones pointed at him 24/7. It's been this way all his life and nobody really knows why. It's pretty much the norm for this guy. Except one day, suddenly, a thing happens and for a whole minute, nobody has their cell phone pointed at him (or any other recording device). To this man, this is definitely something out of the ordinary, an event and a story he will be telling people. But by your logic the very core circumstances that brought about this extremely special and rare event for the man, would be exactly what would cause you to disqualify/reject the man when he claims that it took place?

e: or like what if there's a guy and he's always wearing a frozen turd in a gold chain around his neck and so is everyoen else; so by your logic, the day that he isn't wearing the frozen turd in the gold chain around his neck - for the first time in his life - you wouldn't trust his claim that he wasn't wearing it, because he's living in the modern age of frozen turd around the neck culture where everyone has a frozen turd around their neck????

Minimalist Program posted:

It would be cool to call up that woman and offer her like, a position as the chair of physics at MIT.

im gaye posted:

first chair at philharmonic

Arkanomen posted:

That's a whole lot of bullshit words that don't make any sense.

Every time a cop shoots someone there are cellphone videos of it everywhere within an hour. If I'm an employee and some poo poo is going down that's going to be a he-said-she-said, you're an idiot for not recording some evidence. An after the fact account like this with nothing more than anecdotal evidence told from a single side, filled with bizarre choices and situations and the only punchline is comic level racism, it doesn't sit well with my bullshit detector and I'll call it as such.

RedMage129 posted:

White people. Bad.

Race Realists posted:

Medium posted:

Out of fear and frustration, I conceded. I worked the late night shifts, and came in bright and early, only operating on about 5 hours of sleep. This didn’t last long. I soon ended up in an emergency walk-in clinic due to sleep deprivation.

Race Realists posted:

ya i know right? she should be all like "wat u talking bout cracka?!"

reallivedinosaur posted:

you could say he got IRAte

im gaye posted:

people do talk like that, though

you can come to kelso, wa and experience it firsthand if you like


on the flip side, lol at this fluff

YeahTubaMike posted:

"Amélie, you’re drunk, let me get you a cab.” 

I told him to get away from me, but he insisted on trying to “help me”. Frustrated and angry, I got up and slapped him. “Don’t loving touch me, you pig,” I cried.