#racism in hr

[pillowprincessvarric]

I suppose I understand having some rough guidelines about what internal volunteer communications should and should not be shared and how, esp if you're a controversial fandom based org, but a complete and total embargo on like, even summarizing internal org communications for an external audience seems kind of... Intense.

[curiosity-killed]

we do not need to engage with all posts. sometimes people can be stupid on the internet and it's fine, actually. we do not need to correct people for making grandiose statements based on knowledge they acquired at age 11 and haven't updated since <- said through gritted teeth

[reasonandempathy]

Them: Racism isn't a big deal anymore; there's no reason to keep talking about it. Talking about it makes it worse:

Real Life:

[machinavocis]

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[viscountessevie]

Let’s not forget that the OP from the original Nicola post posted this in the subreddit they created: https://www.reddit.com/r/BridgertonUnleashed/comments/yj63xh/kanthony_stans_are_the_most_racist_part_of_the/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

About This

I don't even want to click and read on it - I'm just too burnt out from this shit hope you understand anon! From the title, all I am going say is: Hypocrites.

Thanks for sending this in and I hope the original post helped people feel heard and seen. I really wanted to let this shit go and just vent to my friends. But it was just so harmful and hurtful, I just couldn't stay silent. I've been offline the whole day trying to self-soothe and recuperate so I don't really want to keep talking about it.

That being said if you do comes across the post and want to vent in my ask box or DMs, they are always open and I am here. Asks I will most likely post onto this post or the original as a compilation.

Again I am so sorry to anyone else were hurt by shitty racist comments Polins always make and I am here for you <3

[edgarallanhoetry]

on the one hand, I'm very grateful to be in the bay area where people actually care enough to talk about things like trauma informed work, and pay attention to stress and work life balance etc etc etc and on the other hand, if I have to sit in one more training that basically is reminding me to breathe I am going to use all this air in my lungs to scream.

[marcvscicero]

one of the biggest issues i've found whilst engaging in witcher content online is that... i think a lot of game fans pretend to like/care about the books more than they do-- whether that's bc they feel they have to, or because they wish they did, who knows-- forgetting that it's literally fine to just enjoy the games + not the other stuff? like that is okay i promise? i think the witcher 3 is an amazing game, and it's also a very popular game-- it is literally fine if you like it more than the og books?

like u just really don't have to hate-watch stuff + waste all ur energy arguing w/ the ppl who actually enjoy it, especially when the issues u supposedly have with it are usually silly, frivolous things that harm nobody? like there are a lot of shows/books that i wouldn't want to waste a single second of my time on... so i just… don't ??

u see, this may sound crazy to some ppl, but i actually try to watch/read things that i think i'll enjoy, instead of spending all my time arguing in the comment sections/tags/spaces of things that i hate :o

[disclaimer: this does not apply to ppl speaking out against media that is harmful in any way, and nor does it apply to ppl just criticising/giving their opinion on things + then moving on with their lives, but instead those who spend sm time spamming hatred + nastiness in fan spaces, to the point where they seem more obsessed with said media than actual fans themselves]

[chromorbid]

saw some hardware store goofing and was reminded of when I worked at Lowe's and one of my white coworkers wore a maga hat and was calling a customer the N word at break and also liked to fuck around on the forklift by driving it at max speed and doing donuts while blasting metal music and honestly I hope he's been drawn and quartered or will be soon

[ichiharas-familiar]

Uh guys why did the skip and loafer kids say Gone With The Wind 'didn't seem dated at all'?

[inimitablereel]

If you want to vote in the upcoming OTW board elections (for 4/7 board members), you need to have donated at least $10 by June 30!

[diversitymatters]

"HR professionals have so much power and influence, and more of them need to stand up as key agents of the deep change required to move us towards an anti-racist society."

[pickledmickles]

For the past 3 years I have had at least one instance a year where someone just fuckin,,, for no reason wished ill will upon me (intentionally ominous)

[vashwoodtears]

anon im actually way too busy for this, i can barely even keep up with things i want to do

[doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou]

Protecting French Fry

Oiled Paintings (1)

> melissa schemmenti x fem!reader

> requested? maybe?

> content/warnings: mentions of violence

> a/n: this got me staring at the wall for 4 hours 😭 i rlly don't know if this can compete with the first part

Contrary to popular belief that French people were extremely rude; Mr. Morton thinks that the lone French in their school have been nothing but nice and cheerful. Unfortunately, Mrs. Microft and most of the 7th to 8th grade teachers did not share the same sentiment. Thus, leaving them to tolerate the rude welcome and treatment of the senior teacher towards you, and that went on for the whole five years you’ve been in Abbott.

“Good morning, Mrs. Microft!” You greeted the senior teacher with a smile. And although she paid no attention to your presence and your greeting, you maintained your composure and left your lunch inside the fridge, then went on with your day.

Yet, when you came back to the lounge for lunch, you found no remnants of your lunch; even the container was gone. Deciding to let this slide, like the other mistreatment you got from the senior teacher, you sighed and took your purse to eat lunch at the coffee shop near the school.

“Damn, Y/N. That is wild; I didn’t think white racism would be prominent here; guess I was wrong.” Ava gave you a pat on the back while sipping her coffee. “This coffee is also wild! Y’all gotta try this new coffee maker I got for the school!”

Barbara and Melissa gave Ava a look before giving you sympathetic glances. This made you roll your eyes at Ava. “Stop looking at me like that; that was about three years ago.”

“If y’all ever want to plot revenge, I got her address somewhere in my office. I ain’t helping you look though,” said Ava, leaving all of you to think for reasons you haven’t reported her to HR yet.

“I’m just glad she left; with no one to torment me now, maybe the other teachers will also treat me like a colleague.” You straightened your posture and gave a clap. The smile on your face was so contagious, it took Melissa turning her back to you and looking at Barb to hide her smile.

“Doubt that.” Mr. Morton always knew when to rain on your parade. His comment made Melissa’s face turn serious.

“And why’s that, huh? Y’know any more teachers that’ll torment French fry here?” Melissa tilted her head towards you while still looking at Mr. Morton. While the protectiveness was appreciated, you couldn’t help but blush at the nickname that the redheaded teacher gave you. Ever since knowing that you were French, the Italian made it her daily routine to criticize your lunch, whether it was homemade or a takeout from the local French restaurant.

Sitting down on the nearest chair, Mr. Morton nodded and opened his lesson plan. “That girl, new hire, Charity Microft.”

The hand supporting your face fell on the table with a bang, making Melissa and Barbara look at you incredulously. With your eyes as wide as saucers, you gave Mr. Morton a horrified look. “What do you mean, Charity Microft? As in, Charity Microft the girl I talked to you about? Or Charity Microft the successor of Mrs. Microft the she-devil?”

“Both.” Letting out a cry, you hid your face from your ‘friends’ if you could call them that and huffed.

Janine, the ever-caring human that she is, caressed your back for a solid second before she saw Melissa giving her a glare, making her pull her hand away from you and whisper something to Jacob. Whatever Janine said, it made Jacob choke in fear when he glanced in Melissa’s direction.

As Barbara was about to say something to Melissa, the bell rang, making the kindergarten teacher sigh and give Melissa a look that said. ‘We’ll talk later’.

Nodding her head, Melissa stood up and pulled your arm. "C'mon, French fry, let’s get you to your classroom. We’ll talk later.”

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Your ‘talk’ didn’t happen. In fact, Melissa left before you and Barb could even catch her. She only saw Ava before leaving with a grin.

“What do you mean she left flexing her arm?”

Sighing, Ava dropped her foot from the table and leaned forward. “Look, I ain’t snitching why she left that way or why she went here before leaving.”

Huffing, you crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow. “And why is that, Ava?”

“She’ll beat my ass,” Ava said before shooing both of you out of her office.

Pursing her lips, Barbara turned to you and gave you a pat on the shoulder. “Now, I need to leave. My Gerald and I have a schedule at that French place you told us about. But after that, I’ll try to get a hold of Melissa, and then I’ll call you to tell you what I gathered.” Then she left, leaving you to contemplate whether to call Melissa on your own or wait until tomorrow. You decided on the latter.

Groaning, you stomped towards your Harley-Davidson Pan America 1250. Your mother harbored great disdain for your choice of vehicle, and your father was extremely happy when you told him you bought a bike rather than a car. He even went all out to message you every detail about riding motorcycles in America and how it differed from riding a motorcycle in France.

As you drove our normal route, you thought you saw Melissa’s car parked on the street a block away from you, but you shook your head and thought there was no way she lived that close to you. Parking your vehicle in front of your house, you jumped repeatedly, a tradition you caught on to because of your father back in France. Your father told you that jumping just outside your home left the awful things that latched onto you that day outside.

Stepping inside your house, you were greeted by your cat purring around your leg and nipping your toes to get your attention. Laughing, you gave your cat a pat on the head. “Okay, okay. Mommy’s going to give you treats once she gets out of these uncomfortable clothes.”

But you didn’t get to change your work clothes. A knock souned through your house walls before you could walk into your room. "Oh, come on!” You stomped towards the door and pulled it open. “What do you want?”

“Hey hon,” said a redheaded woman holding a baseball bat covered in shards of glass and red paint. What you hoped was red paint.