...those who can't, teach. And those who can't teach, teach PE.
Right? Oh, chuckles. Nah, I never could get behind that sentiment. I've known way too many awesome, capable teachers, even PE teachers. But the following is the gospel truth:
Those who can't do end up in managerial positions; and when they're not shopping at various over-priced online retailers, laughing too loudly about inappropriate sexual innuendo, or forgetting to pay the electric bill, they're making your life a living hell.
Let me highlight the sexual innuendo aspect of this post. Now, don't get me wrong, I love a good joke - pretty much regardless of content. My significant other has the habit of telling terrible jokes very frequently. Terrible in that they can be corny, terrible in that they can be misogynistic, terrible in that they're embarrassingly self-depricating. But if it makes anyone laugh, it is, to some degree, worth telling. In certain company.
A very close friend of mine at the Organization, Marc, and I have the kind of friendship in which mildly (work) inappropriate sexual innuendo is totally kosher between us. Not that it's directed ABOUT one another, but in generalities that give us, and our other friends in the Organization, a good laugh. We keep it between the four of us, at most, because our senses of humor, our worldviews, our shared culture allows for this. Marc and I, as well as our friends Ashley and Cara, have a good giggle, push the boundaries of political correctness, and get on with our lives. We don't say these things in front of management. Ever.
Recently, an addendum to the sexual harassment policy, etc., came down the pike. We all signed, like ya do (unless you're this guy), and we all went on our merry ways. Then I got to thinking. What was it that Ashley said she heard the CEO, Dennis, say to one of his VPs, Wendy about "repeat insertion" (snortlaughsnort)? Didn't she mention to us that even being in the room at the time made her uncomfortable, especially given Dennis is everyone's superior? What did Wendy say to another VP about why she always keeps her phone on vibrate? How many jokes has the upper management made about surfing for porn at work? How many F-bombs do all of these people drop in a single day? (Mind you, I have the vocabulary of a drunken pirate, so I am not one to really go on about saying "fuck," only that it can be offensive to some in this context.)
My point in this is not to say that I feel sexually harassed, but that these instances are clear-cut pieces of Organizational hypocrisy. Which is all anyone in the Organization with a six-figure salary and two-digit IQ is really capable of, apparently. Sure, this whole post sounds rant-y (or is that randy?), but I'm quite tired of witnessing abject hypocrisy in an Organization that was, at some point in time, designed to help others and make the world a better place. At this juncture in my so-called, DOA, piece of shit career, I've become so jaded that I'm surprised any of this even matters to me anymore. But hey, maybe that makes me a hypocrite, too.
