I worked with a black woman in Utah, of all places. I appreciated her ability to completely flummox our "WASP Male" supervisor. She would openly confront him in staff meetings, berate him continually when he tried to "correct" her behavior.
I often wondered if that was just her acting "normal", or if she deliberately set up confrontations. She was outrageous, every day it was a new drama. One day, she came to work in full "Kinte" cloth outfit, a giant mummu, of orange, yellow, green and black. With her hair, full afro, about a foot of kinky hair, going every which way. It was amazing.
She brought in a crockpot of chitlins and greens for a holiday party. The noxious fumes, were still in full power, a week later. People were actually gagging from the odor. No more "pot luck" office parties. We ordered sandwiches from Subway after that.
It was enjoyable to go to work each day, and see what new drama would occur, with her, always front and center. The stories I could tell, are endless, and amusing. She ended up coming to work less and less, she had fallen at work, and was on Workers Compensation when I finally left.
I worked with a black woman in Utah, of all places. I appreciated her ability to completely flummox our "WASP Male" supervisor. She would openly confront him in staff meetings, berate him continually when he tried to "correct" her behavior.
I often wondered if that was just her acting "normal", or if she deliberately set up confrontations. She was outrageous, every day it was a new drama. One day, she came to work in full "Kinte" cloth outfit, a giant mummu, of orange, yellow, green and black. With her hair, full afro, about a foot of kinky hair, going every which way. It was amazing.
She brought in a crockpot of chitlins and greens for a holiday party. The noxious fumes, were still in full power, a week later. People were actually gagging from the odor. No more "pot luck" office parties. We ordered sandwiches from Subway after that.
It was enjoyable to go to work each day, and see what new drama would occur, with her, always front and center. The stories I could tell, are endless, and amusing. She ended up coming to work less and less, she had fallen at work, and was on Workers Compensation when I finally left.