This Racist Pig I Know

I’ve been needing to get this off my chest for a little while and figure a blog is as good a place as any to do so.

I have a part time job at a local live venue theatre, which I love. As with any job, there are people you love to work with and people you just wish they’d get rid of or that these people would quit and put us out of our misery. I’m particularly close to two different women who are both seen as odd balls and that’s what I love about each of them.

On the whole, the entire group of us who work together are like a big family. We look out for one another, including health issues, and we come together strongly when someone suffers loss. This group of about 40 individuals is predominantly black, with perhaps 10 of us being white. The problem that I have with two individuals have nothing to do with race and everything to do with the fact that they’re just assholes.

First guy, I’ll call Big Daddy, because I’ve been told that he’s got a lot of kids (perhaps as many as ten) by an equal number of women. He’s a black guy maybe in his 30s and he does a lot of nothing when he’s at work. He flirts with the women who work in other departments and has been known to fall asleep at his post during a show. He is always difficult to raise on the radio and is always quick to take off at the end of the night, before we’re given the go ahead. He’s also late 99% of the time with no real excuse; no other job that he’s coming from, or car problems, or anything reasonable. He just arrives when he wants. Most of the rest of the people I work with don’t like him either, but they’re a lot nicer to him than I am. I don’t feel I should pretend to like someone if I don’t.

Second guy is the Racist Pig; older white guy, of course. When he first started working with us, he was a cool guy. Somewhere along the line, though, he changed completely. Now it seems he’s going to follow in Big Daddy’s footsteps and do as little as possible. For certain shows, boxes are supposed to be moved from the fourth floor down to different locations on the first and second floors. Even if RP is the only male working, he will not move a single box. Another guy told me it’s because Big Daddy has never done it. He will also sit in the office and play videos on his phone without turning down the volume OR plugging his ears. As if we all want to hear the bullshit he’s listening to.

I just really wish they’d get rid of both of these guys. We need people who are willing to work and that’s what we have in every single person I work with – black or white – except these two. Whenever either of them are around, I usually avoid being in the office until I absolutely¬†have to be in there for the meeting. Sometimes that means hanging around in the hallway, sitting on the floor rather on the sofa in the office. Last night we had an event that both of them were at and I ducked into the ladies room at the end of my shift rather than ride the elevator alone with RP. I’d rather take my chances alone at night on a city street than with either of them.