No, this isn’t another bigot rant. I got an e-mail from a friend who
does PR for another company today, asking if I’d be willing to talk to
a reporter friend working on a story for The Oklahoman’s business
section about people who have faced discrimination at work because of
their hairstyles. Of course I agreed.
I told her my stories about the grocery store manager telling me to get
my hair cut or don’t come back. I told her about the machine shop
foreman telling the men to pull their hair back but letting the women
go. And I told her how her own employer told me I wouldn’t have been
hired had I shown up to the interview with the long hair I had earlier
that same day. We talked about OCU letting me have long hair. She asked
why I chose to grow my hair out, which is where I turned whore and
brought the conversation around to my fiction, saying the long hair is
part of an anti-establishment look much like rockers have.
Then she asked about sending a photographer to OCU to take a picture of
me at work. Uhhh. Okay. See, Robert was fine with my hair. But Robert
isn’t there now. Robert isn’t my boss. The VP hasn’t said anything
about it, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t told the incoming boss she
can tell me to get it cut. So advertising the issue may not have been
the smartest thing I’ve done. But, screw ’em.
I’m a bit miffed at work, anyway. You see, the VP once assured me I
wouldn’t be dropped any salary grades in this coming change. But the
sham job description that went up for the new senior director indicates
the best I can hope for is to be knocked back to an assistant director.
The VP told me the head of HR wrote that job listing’s description. So
I e-mailed the head of HR today and she claims she hasn’t heard
anything about job title changes. Smells to me like the shithouse is