It couldn’t be avoided any longer.

After a few months of weaving and dodging, I was finally cornered and sent to attend a mandatory day long seminar on… diversity training.

8 hours of learning to appreciate and understand other cultures and ethnic groups. In other words, 8 hours of pure hell.

Honestly, I don’t need to attend a seminar in order to know that calling black people…..

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“We’re getting new computers!” Mick rubbed his hands together, barely able to contain his boyish glee.

“It’s about fricking time,” I said. We had been due for a major revamp of our network for the longest time now. In fact we were still using terminals that were older than me for our work here. The new network though promised to bring us brand spankin’ new computers,…..

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