Your response was so positive to my last post about work that I thought I’d send along another one.

Here’s a snippet of my meeting this afternoon. I’ve been working on my “anger issues”. See if you can spot my coping tool.

“Blubbablubbablubba… plus tax“. That’s my new motto.

I do, seriously. I’m right there with you. No argument. People should face no discrimination in the workplace because of their race, religion, skin color, or sexual orientation. Hiring and promotions should go to the most qualified people. Shibboleth. It’s good business. As a Jew, I personally benefit from policies of inclusiveness. I already agreed when you hired me (five years ago), and I still do today.

Can you please stop selling it to me now? Can we please talk about something else… just for a little while? I wish that I could get a little button or a lapel pin that says “I’m IN!”. Maybe a little check box on my driver’s license so that I don’t need to hear about it anymore. Is there a test I can take?

If I don’t attend the Diversity Empowerment Team’s weekly speaker series of black women talking about how they overcame the problems in their lives, it’s not because I don’t think that those struggles are real. It’s not because I don’t think that those people’s stories are worth telling. It’s because, well, I have work to do. I’m happy for them that things worked out. Really. I wish them well.

Ok, this is a dangerous topic so I’m going to make myself perfectly clear here: I support diversity in my workplace as it has been defined by my employer. Really. I just wish they spent a bit less time shoving it down my throat.