Alive and well in the good old RS of A.
Had two birthdays today at work.
My good friend Sam (happy b day again Sam!!), and the cleaning lady.
Sam white. Cleaning lady black.
I don’t know if the people knew it was Sam’s b day. But they very well knew it was the cleaning lady’s. Bought her a cake, and a gift, made a big hoo haa about it. Did she want to take the cake home to eat with her family, or did she want to eat it at the office, yada, yada, yada.
With Sam? I don’t even know who wished her happy birthday. And it’s not her first birthday there.
The double standard comes in here.
Had they known it was Sam’s b day, she would have been wished and asked where the cake was. It would have been expected of her to have baked something or other to entertain the folks at work with. Or, if she could not bake anything for whatever reason, she would have had to go and buy something.
Not with the cleaning chick. No sirree. Shame. She does not earn all that much, let us buy her something, let us make her birthday special. Cool. I know she does not earn all that much. But it does not really cost a lot to bake a cake and bring it to work should the need arise. And if you’re not planning on baking or buying anything, you don’t tell all and sundry that it’s your b day. That’s what I did. Kept quiet. Had no money for cakes and stuff, so I did not want to feel beholden to anybody in that regard.
In my, decidedly screwed up, way of thinking, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander. If you are going to buy a gift for one person, you should be prepared to buy it for another person. Now that I think about it, they probably took up some kind of collection – did not even approach me for a donation for either the cake or the gift – works for me to be seen as the hard ass that does not give a shit. Costs me way less money.
I do try and avoid double standards. I will never expect anybody to do what I’m not prepared to do myself. Unless I pay them. Then it’s their job. They do something for me, I pay them – a mutually beneficial arrangement.
Maybe I’m wrong. Very possibly I’m wrong. A soft word and all that.
Alas. I’m getting slightly sick of the double standards here in my country. What the one does has no semblance to what the other one is allowed to do. What the one says, the other one dare not say. I just have to keep my mouth shut and deal with it.
Rantlet done for now – wishing all a pleasant evening!
And just because I love the tune, and the guy is not half bed either, here’s Harry Connick Jr…