Thursday, June 30, 2011

Vingettes from a Work Picnic

Yesterday we had our annual summer picnic at my lovely workplace.  Some stories:

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Pam and Faye. They sit next to each other. Faye and Pam.  They do very similar jobs.   Pam and Faye. They both talk alot about their grand kids. Faye and Pam. I see them clearly in my mind's eye, but I get their names confused. ALL THE TIME.

I was in charge of a craft activity so I was talking to alot of people and kind of distracted.  I called Pam by the name of Faye twice.  The third person in their section, Joan, said:

"Do all Black people look alike to you?  Can't you tell the difference.  I can tell all you white people apart!"
Joan is my bud, and I always remember her name because I call her Joni Mitchell or Joan Crawford.  I have other coworkers I call by celebrity names. She was joking, but I believe there's always a little truth in jokes. 

My response was "That's so racist."

NPR "That's Racist" 

I'd heard this story on the radio the night before, so that explains my response to Joan. The story plays a clip of a 30 Rock episode in which Liz Lemon thinks Tracey Morgan can't read.  When she confronts him because he was faking illiteracy to get away from the office, he says that assuming he, a black man, was illiterate was racist.  Absolutely hilarious.

More lovely work stories to come.  Next up bottom pinching.