For as long as I’ve worked at the psych ward, I’ve been internally face-palming and shaking my head in disgust. The rampant sexual harassment, misogyny, and ass-backwardness of this hospital is impossible to deny. And to top it all off, pretty much everyone is racist against someone else.
I remember my first exec meeting. The Goat Man blamed a faulty fax machine on the fact he hadn’t completed whatever it was he was supposed to have done.
“I don’t know what happens. I type in the number and I think it goes to Bombay or something.”
He then made an idiotic face and did his best to butcher an Indian accent.
“Oh what is dis? Must be toilet paper.”
Let’s not forget 90% of our psychiatrists are of Indian descent, more educated, and higher paid than this asshole.
Last week my coworker took a new employee named Sam on a tour of the administrative building. She introduced her to all the departments with very little fanfare until she reached accounting. They stepped into the bank of cubicles and the supervisor came waddling out, her glasses on a chain around her neck. She called for her staff to join her so they could be introduced.
They stood in a line as she pointed each one of them out.
“This here’s our high feather Indian.”
She put her hand behind her head, wiggling her fingers to signify a headdress before moving on to the next. [Read more…]