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Reality: it's not just on TV anymore Yesterday, in the midst of what I will call an ill-advised workday (in other words, I wasn't feeling too well, I should not have gone in, but I did anyway), I had a meeting with my boss. I want to blog about this so badly, but I am a little afraid that the legal ramifications of it may be a factor, so I will be as vague as possible but still try to illustrate my point.The situation I can't get too much into, but the word discrimination is being lobbed around. Apparently my non-white, Indian wife is no longer sufficient to prove that I'm a fairly open-minded kind of guy. I will admit to having little tolerance for ignorance, but this is not the case either. The situation has much to do with performance, past grudges, and a lot of distorted views of reality. Having been in this position in the past, with the same individual, I am fairly fed up - but I almost feel pushed into a corner - like how a person who has been unjustly called a rapist will never be able to hold his head high again (I know I'm treading on thin ice there - do not miss the vital "unjustly"). I can do little to defend myself because I am the white boss with a non-white employee. Nevermind that half of my staff are women, nevermind that only two people on my staff are white at all, (and one of them is me), nevermind that my second-in-command is a non-white non-male (I'm trying to be vague, remember) who is very good at her job. Nevermind that I pleaded with my boss to save this individual's job after the 3-strikes rule had been broken... well you get the idea. Reality is coming along quickly - and I am almost as quickly becoming hard and uncaring for those who say they are less fortunate, but try to blame everyone else for their problems. It doesn't matter - if you don't like a situation, fix it or leave it. Don't stick around and make life miserable for the rest of us who are trying to do something good and unselfish by saving lives working here. Posted by sarcophage @ 10:28:00 AM Add or check out a |
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"24" steps up to the plate. Monika and I have been obsessively watching entire seasons of 24 in (almost) single sittings, since I borrowed the first from someone at work, and we watched 8 hours of it in a row, then 6 hours, then another 6 on subsequent days. It was so damn good that we literally got nothing done - watched nothing else on TV but 24.Then the 2nd season came... it was a little derivative of the first (there's been almost no character development of the incredibly stupid daughter), but still excellent programming... I find myself watching "day 2" as it's called with the same questions I had about the first - "aren't they pacing this too fast? It seems like it's almost over, and there are 12 more episodes to go!" We sit and watch, and can wait so little time to watch the next episode that if we miss part of one by doing housework, etc. we simply watch the next episode's recap and sum it all up without going back. Even though they're on DVD, and there's no reason not to watch every little bit. No late fees, nobody asking for them back, just impatience with the story. I can't think of another show in the last 2 years I've felt this way about - maybe the second season of "Alias" held as much promise - but only because of the (broken) promise from the first season that it would unfold all its secrets by season 2. Not so. And so we drag on with Alias through a completely uneventful season 3. How the mighty have fallen. 24, however, continues with great storylines, and almost too many subplots to follow - this is good TV. I got particularly teared up by a scene in which the current grumpy-but-ultimately-loveable leader of the group, George Mason, is exposed to a lethal dose of plutonium. George heads back to the office after being decontaminated, knowing he likely has only 12-24 hours to live. He calls his estranged son after 2 years of not speaking to him, has him arrested (told you he was grumpy), and the son lets loose with a good dose of the resentment that has built up over the years. Without really saying a word, George lets him know that he is dying, and the son lashes out, but breaks down when he realizes the ramifications of it all... the two do a brief manly hug on the stairs outside of Mason's office (one of the most emotional I've ever seen), and the kid leaves to escape the impending threat on the city. It was almost too much - that was one of the most powerful, deep scenes I have ever seen, and it had nothing to do with Kiefer or any of the other main characters. Take a Bow, 24. Posted by sarcophage @ 1:06:00 PM Add or check out a |
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