Once again, we’ve been gone– and now we’re back. The new job has had me bogged down for the last few months — oh, nothing negative– just getting into the swing of things in a totally different, but really the same line of work, kind of way. Couple that- with my head space about the old job and VOILA-

Enough of that—-it’s a new day, I love writing and what better way to clear my head than to finally speak up. Here is the prologue. I will share tidbits in the future as I unlock my writer’s block by unleashing my workplace demons.

Prologue

I’ve actually been at it for more than 25 years, and although I’ve never been able to get past the first 10 minutes of the movie 12 Years a Slave, I often find myself describing the time I worked in the PGSD as “19 Years A Slave”. Although the flags are coming down, I can imagine some of my ex co-workers still wrapping themselves in their dusty remnants each night, curling in the fetal position wishing “Mamie the housekeeper” was there to sing them an old negro spiritual. Oh, but they would never admit to that in their outside voices, nor would they admit that their paw paws had relations, of the sexual kind, with Mamie, an African American woman.

These good old boys think those times are these times— so sorry boys (and girls) those days are over— welcome to the real world where we have the EEOC, the ACLU, an African American president, diversity and inclusion, the know how, and the words (and the sword if need be) to teach those people how to be fair, professional beings in and out of the work place!

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