My dad always told me "never start a fight, but if you can't avoid it, make damn sure you finish it: hit hard, hit fast, and keep hitting until they're on the ground, not moving." That's obviously an extreme way to look at things, and, well, I probably wouldn't be able to get away with it at work. But even if I was willing to do something like that, it's just not enough. Because sometimes all it takes is a few words, or even just a look, and all the confidence I like to think I have is just gone, pfft, fizzled away. And sometimes, even saying "no" or leaving, or taking "personal responsibility" (ugh, I hate that phrase so much these days, because it's such bullshit, and the implicit "if you don't do it *this way, it's your fault if something bad happens to you" is such a hateful thing, and don't get me started on the protests of "oh, no, that's not what I meant, how dare you infer things from my hateful screed blaming women for the bad things that happen to them that I blame women for the bad things that happen to them, don't put words in my mouuuuuuth!") won't be enough, because really, how can it?
Every post I see on my flist that mentions harmonyfb's post just makes me angrier and angrier, because I stopped reading the comments on it a couple of days ago, but then I click on it again, and there's even more bullshit in the comments, and it just makes me so fucking *furious that she just doesn't see how much she's hurting people (oh, but being made uncomfortable and having your feelings hurt is not a crime, so it's not like she's doing anything *bad to them, right?), no matter how many people tell her straight to her face that yes, you are hurting people, and yes, you are a HORRIBLE person for saying this shit.
I hear all these horror stories about the stuff people working night shifts in hotels have to put up with, and it just reminds me how lucky I've been in this job. This hotel's not perfect, and my job is by no means perfect, but compared to some of the stories I've heard from night auditors here in town, it's a cakewalk. Oddly enough, it's the rooms full of women that are more likely to give me trouble (well, verbally, at least, because apparently asking people to keep their voices down when it's 3am and they're loud enough that I can hear them from two floors below just means I'm being a bitch)...
And I'm rambling again, and I apologize for the long comment, but apparently I have ~*~feelings on this subject? :D
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Date: 2010-05-13 11:34 am (UTC)Every post I see on my flist that mentions harmonyfb's post just makes me angrier and angrier, because I stopped reading the comments on it a couple of days ago, but then I click on it again, and there's even more bullshit in the comments, and it just makes me so fucking *furious that she just doesn't see how much she's hurting people (oh, but being made uncomfortable and having your feelings hurt is not a crime, so it's not like she's doing anything *bad to them, right?), no matter how many people tell her straight to her face that yes, you are hurting people, and yes, you are a HORRIBLE person for saying this shit.
I hear all these horror stories about the stuff people working night shifts in hotels have to put up with, and it just reminds me how lucky I've been in this job. This hotel's not perfect, and my job is by no means perfect, but compared to some of the stories I've heard from night auditors here in town, it's a cakewalk. Oddly enough, it's the rooms full of women that are more likely to give me trouble (well, verbally, at least, because apparently asking people to keep their voices down when it's 3am and they're loud enough that I can hear them from two floors below just means I'm being a bitch)...
And I'm rambling again, and I apologize for the long comment, but apparently I have ~*~feelings on this subject? :D
Also, Imma add you, hope you don't mind...