I recently read a terrific article about the "new" discrimination taking place in the workplace, one that I can empathize with fully and fundamentally.
Whether implied or explicit, the perception is that my obligations outside of work are not of the same caliber as those of my co-workers because they are married, have children, ___ (fill in the blank) and are therefore, justifiably, more important than my own. Just a few weeks ago, I was complaining to my colleague and good friend about not being able to call in late because I want to have sex with my boyfriend, but my co-workers call in incessantly with "my son is ill," "my daughter has a school performance," and "my husband has to work." Her retort was exquisite: "No one has to know why you're calling in, do they?"
Maybe my social life isn't important to you, but it's important to me. And who are you to judge...really?
The next time I call in late for no apparent reason...believe me, I'm going to have a huge smile on my face because I am positive my reason is much more enjoyable than yours!
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