So that's how I got my ass chewed for advocating for mobility-impaired people's access at a social justice communicators' conference.

Sure would be unfortunate if that person's name ended up all over social media.

Sure would be unfortunate if that person's name ended up all over social media.

Sure would. Mm, hm.

They were bringing dietary sensitive snacks in today at 3, and that was more than enough for anyone to expect

You can't really expect them to address how to access existing features of a building, can you? They're not superheroes!

Sure would be unfortunate if that person's name ended up all over social media.

Well, apparently I'm already a troll, so that should be practically guaranteed. If the organizer had really considered me the troll she called me, she should have expected a hash-tag heavy response to this morning's chastisement. I suspect that she didn't really think I was a troll, she probably thought I was right. But like many nice white liberals (of whom I am one, and I'm aware of some of my group's faults), she couldn't take having someone publically call her org out on an area that needed improvement.

I don't think a massive social media shaming's going to help. She'll just flounce off twitter and blame my trolling. I slacked my team about it this morning, and, given their loud, dismayed reaction, I expect word will spread through my organization. The university's pretty siloed, but my group's communication's team will be communicating with most of the others. And by this time next year, the biggest employer in town will know her name, and not favorably.

Grr, Calli. That is so horrible. I'm sorry you had to deal with that bullshit for doing the right thing.

You can't really expect them to address how to access existing features of a building, can you? They're not superheroes!

I know, right? The time she spent bitching to me couldn't possibly have been spent writing "Elevator" with an arrow on a piece of poster board and putting it in the lobby for the second-day attendees. That would just be silly.

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I'm sorry you had to deal with that bullshit for doing the right thing.

Thanks. It's ok though. People get worse for doing far less, and I don't think I speak up often enough. I should change that. The moral high-ground's a lovely place. I think I'll build a summer cottage here.

And by this time next year, the biggest employer in town will know her name, and not favorably.

Okay, slower revenge, but probably more satisfying.

Good lord, Calli. It shouldn't have to be on the people who desperately need something to be the only ones to notice or ask. I was at a conference a few weeks ago and was reminded of someone discussing how people who say "oh I don't really need a microphone" are not being cool to anyone who has any degree of hearing loss. And repeatedly at the conference that happened or there weren't enough mics...

Bummer, Calli. That's so disheartening.

I was supposed to leave work 10 minutes ago, but one of my sales people sent me a list of 200+ items with the question "are we good to go with inventory?" at 3 and a coworker came by to ask about a rarely used tool at 3:25 and BAH. NO MORE QUESTIONS

At 3:15, mission control confirmed they'd set a variable wrong a year ago and, um, it might affect the times on all the data processed since then. Whoopsie? Could we let them know if it did?

We'll look into it next week, I said, and went the fuck home. If it's been wrong since last June, it can be wrong a whole fucking week more.