I Warned Them
September 6th, 2018
I put up with a lot from my coworkers, the company I work for being a binder full of lawsuits waiting to happen. They regularly spout off, whether in the building our outside, on the clock or off, in the break room or ostensibly working. They complain about people of other genders, races, nationalities, sexual preferences, religions, and just about anything else that trips their triggers.
In my effort to stay employed, I don't actually comment on this. I actually did complain to my boss on more than one occasion, and naturally she proclaimed that nobody she knows on our floor would do that, and that even if they were, nothing can be done about it without me putting my name on a written complaint to the ombuds-person. Jeez, that's an unwieldy word, there, isn't it?
Despite the company having a strict 'no retaliation' rule, not to mention any number of policies prohibiting the behavior I'm describing to you here, were I to make a written complaint about my coworkers, I'd be out of a job. Not only would I be ostracized by just about everyone I work with, but the pathetic union who purports to represent us without doing anything for us would insist I be fired.
This for, you know, ratting out my fellow union brethren for breaking the rules. It's a pretty messed up situation.
But the one thing I absolutely, positively will not tolerate is proselytization. I am not in that death trap of a building to be preached at by some ignorant twit or another, particularly when they don't practice what they preach. Especially when they haven't got the slightest meaning what the text behind their gibberings are actually trying to tell them. No, I'm there to make money, not church buddies.
So when these obnoxious Bible cards started appearing in the restroom, I simply threw them away. Repeatedly. Day in and day out. But I guess whoever was leaving them (*cough* Professor Beatshiskids *cough*) thought this meant that people were taking the message to heart, and began to pepper our entire work area with the accursed things. So I, I have had enough.
Thus, my handiwork. I'll be drawing intentionally crude, obscene, and overall offensive things all over these cards wherever they turn up. Eventually, someone in management will notice the horrible things, and we will likely have a talking to. When this happens, I'll be asking why someone is attempting to convert their fellow coworkers, thus making the joint an even more hostile workplace.
The resultant fallout should put a stop to this altogether. But if not, I have many Sharpies ™.