Oh crap. I'm down to 2 top candidates and hr is weighing in with diversity factor in close calls (which I am totally pro) but was completely invisible to me, so not really an unconscious bias factor at play, at least for me (in fact, an unconscious bias I'd be prone towards against social,uhg, norms, given my background, had I a clue) but means I'm going to have to come up with words rather than what my gut said in the shower tomorrow morning if I don't chose her (it's really up to me, everyone else agrees any would fit, it's just going to be my minion, thus my call.)
It's fair, and I'm glad my work is trying, given how damned white male my field is and how many not white guysI've seen dropped or driven to the wayside.
So, minor whine.
Understand the whine, but sounds workable.
We found out more detail on the head coach decision from a couple people on the decision committee. They told DH that everyone agreed that he was the absolute best choice, but the principal said she had made up her mind that she would not consider a white coach. Period. First, I am still relieved because I didn't really want him to get it, except that I know he loves the sport and the kids, and would do great. But I am really annoyed that the reason was so absurd. The principal has issues, not the kids. The overwhelming majority of the kids DH has coached have been black. Some had issues with prejudice, but probably less than the adult population. And they worked through it. There is more I could say about this principal, but the issues there are a big part of why I felt it was never going to be a good fit. Oh well. I really hope they are successful. In his couple years with the program he got more kids scholarships than they managed in the previous 40. The people left there don't have the relationships with the scouts and college coaches that DH does, so I don't know. Several parents have already decided to move to other schools, and really they should if they want the best outcome. Sad situation.
I have outlived my oldest sister. It's a strange time of life, this age. Kind of like crossing No Man's Land with a lackadaisical gunner on the other side.
Having an anxiety attack at work. Moving from freaking out to crying. Do not like. Do not recommend. Please to let me runaway forever.
Ugh. So sorry, msbelle. That sounds rough. Deep breaths and lots of ~ma.
I'm sorry, msbelle. I am all for you getting away from there, fwtw.
Can you take a minute and step out, msbelle? Or even go the bathroom?
Connie, did your sister just pass away? If so, my condolences.
Grr. The vending machine that charges $1.10 for a candy bar is currently not accepting dollar bills or dimes. I am unreasonably irritated by this.
Doesn't sound like an unreasonable thing to be irritated about to me.
