Diversity Training
Shit around here keeps getting more and more retarded by the day.
We were informed this week that a mandatory class on "Diversity" would be held on site. Diversity Training is a politically correct class designed to teach employees about discrimination in the workplace, and all the forms discrimination can appear in. We've had this sort of mind numbingly stupid stuff before, like last time when they had a professional acting team perform a play in the cafeteria. The play was about homosexuals in the workplace who were verbally persecuted by coworkers and denied promotions by management for being gay, I think. I dunno because I skipped the gig and heard bits and pieces about it from people when they got back into the area. Instead of attending I stayed on the line and got some high dollar boxes out the door.
Everyone in our department was going to have to attend the class on Diversity and each session would be most of an eight hour shift, every day, all week. Ugh. I don't have time for this junk. See, I've got a bunch of hot instruments to ship for big name customers. Those big name customers are pissed off because they placed orders for their boxes twelve to fourteen weeks ago and they want their goods as soon as possible. I already have enough distractions and useless meetings sapping my time away daily around here so this mandatory class was especially bad news. The way I figure it, shipping out completed boxes makes us money and results in our customers being a little less mad at us. Sitting in non-essential meetings and attending goofy politically correct classes doesn't make us any money. And it keeps customers' boxes from shipping out on time which increases their anger factor considerably. I'm not cool with that.
As I usually do with petty classes and frivolous meetings, I attempted to weasel my way out of this Diversity Training garbage but Squirmy wasn't having any of it and practically put a gun to my head. I had to go along with it like everybody else. They would be taking roll call each session, he said. If people didn't take the classes they would be written up and have to go through the entire class again from the very beginning. Wonderful. I can hardly wait.
We were informed this week that a mandatory class on "Diversity" would be held on site. Diversity Training is a politically correct class designed to teach employees about discrimination in the workplace, and all the forms discrimination can appear in. We've had this sort of mind numbingly stupid stuff before, like last time when they had a professional acting team perform a play in the cafeteria. The play was about homosexuals in the workplace who were verbally persecuted by coworkers and denied promotions by management for being gay, I think. I dunno because I skipped the gig and heard bits and pieces about it from people when they got back into the area. Instead of attending I stayed on the line and got some high dollar boxes out the door.
Everyone in our department was going to have to attend the class on Diversity and each session would be most of an eight hour shift, every day, all week. Ugh. I don't have time for this junk. See, I've got a bunch of hot instruments to ship for big name customers. Those big name customers are pissed off because they placed orders for their boxes twelve to fourteen weeks ago and they want their goods as soon as possible. I already have enough distractions and useless meetings sapping my time away daily around here so this mandatory class was especially bad news. The way I figure it, shipping out completed boxes makes us money and results in our customers being a little less mad at us. Sitting in non-essential meetings and attending goofy politically correct classes doesn't make us any money. And it keeps customers' boxes from shipping out on time which increases their anger factor considerably. I'm not cool with that.
As I usually do with petty classes and frivolous meetings, I attempted to weasel my way out of this Diversity Training garbage but Squirmy wasn't having any of it and practically put a gun to my head. I had to go along with it like everybody else. They would be taking roll call each session, he said. If people didn't take the classes they would be written up and have to go through the entire class again from the very beginning. Wonderful. I can hardly wait.
posted by factory_peasant at 10:24 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home