My New Job III
So when I finished my training period I moved to the new location, which is a surreal place in the middle of Baltimore. Most of the people who work there wear black, which clashes with the light-green walls. The smell is an odd mixture of stinky shoes and industrial cleaning materials. Fun.
The other day a guy was having a nervous breakdown so I quickly called one of the women in black. She asked him if he was okay. He said, "I'll be okay. I just need some fresh air." She said, "Sir, there's no fresh air here."
But the people I work with aren’t insanely retarded anymore, which is a vast improvement after my training period.
Still, here’s a conversation I heard in my first week in the new place:
A: I can’t explain my parents. They will have a problem with me dating a black guy, but the funny thing is, my sister married a Jewish guy and they don’t seem to care. And, you know, what’s the difference between a black man and a white man? It’s just different skin colors. But there are real differences between Christian and Jewish people.
B: You’re absolutely right. Jewish people go to church on Saturday.
A: That’s right.
B: And they peel their food.
15 comments:
The conversation you overheard is so much like one I would have with one of several friends, but all togue-in-cheek.
I could go into a long story, but I really must rember not to take over other people's blogs....
Oh what the hell. The quandry in the overheard conversation is like what my mom and I both got our first boyfriends (her first in 10 years after divorce) and we couldn't talk about them to anyone because her boyfriend was black and mine was a boy. Really doesn't have the much to do with it after all huh? Just thought I'd share.
This is a perfect example of why our society hasn't progressed much.
But at least it wouldn't be too difficult to stand out!
Scot, you can take over as often as you like. I guess society is stumbling forward, slowly but surely (if you consider two steps forward and one step back a surely). That's a good story, though.
Durante, are you talking about the food-peeling comment or about the fact we build places with no fresh air? But I don't know if I want to stand out other than by finding a way to solve it all...
When it comes to the food peeling I don't really see that as too much of a problem. I mean, I don't know much about Indonesian people (other than that their blogs reveal an obsession for food and group photos, and a preference for crosses rather than arrows for mouse movements. But maybe I'm confusing them with Malaysian bloggers?)
And as for housing people in airless cells, I don't have a solution. I know it's terribly wrong but I don't know what else society could do. So I play along.
Gosh I guess this Jew is truly more different and scary than he originally thought. LOL! Good to know as I make my social rounds and get asked about my Saturday at "church." Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go peel a piece of chicken.
I wear all black. But am surrounded by skateboarding culture here at this e-commerce store.
Everyone else wears bright colors.
Ricardo, good to have one of us here. The Goys simply don't understand you can't eat a chicken without peeling it first! The same goes for apples, obviously. Can you imagine the looks you'll get if you eat a non-peeled apple on Church on Saturday?
Sir Jorge, this post was just an attempt to postpone the trauma I will undoubtedly have when I come to terms with realizing I work in a booking station. When it happens, it will look very much like that.
Not as bad as the looks you'll get if you don't peel the challah. Now that's a scandal that will turn the "church" over on it's ear. Gotta run, there's some kugel with my name on it that I have to peel.
Ricardo, this is true for most Jews but of course Reform Jews don't peel the challah (or as they call it, the body of Moses).
I am shocked to hear that there is anything surreal about Baltimore...
Mr., that's a good one. In this sense, my workplace is not crazy at all. Maybe if the rest of this city made any sense I could have been justified feeling odd about my job.
What came first, the large number of churches or the equally large number of liquor stores?
The Goys... I love it.
Meshug!
ok, so in true Scot fashion I'm going to go too far and suggest that the need to peel your food is why you circumsize boys......
durante, I'm not your suga!
Scot, damnnnnnnnn!!! One day I'm going to tell my mommy about this blog, and what then? Now say three Hail Marys.
Hey, I wasn't critisicing. I like my fod peeled most of the time too. I will certainly hail a Mary or three some time soon (and who told you I was raised Catholic?)
Ha!
This blog is fun.
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