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Of animals and loubotins: being stereotyped in the workplace

Stereotyping
Stereotyping is when you judge a group of people who are different from you based on your own and/or others opinions and/or encounters.

Have you ever experienced being stereotyped? Or just that same exact feeling when you felt that a separatist queen bee have gone all cuckoo and decided to categorized you by colors? yeah, that's how i felt... After a long long day at the jungle i call my "workplace", i've experienced the worst kind of stereotyping i've ever had in my whole life...and damn, i felt like shit... not just an ordinary kind of hateful ordure but the worst kind of filth that can burn the whole humanity kind.

MY EXPERIENCE
In our jungle's assembly, the whole kingdom of animals (us) were asked to attend the induction of new animalistic rules by kind (department), water animals, land based animals and airborne animals attended the gathering...and to my surprise and dismay, upon walking in into the assembly place, "we" the unruly lowlife non-permanent species were separated from the permanent rulers of the kingdom...as if i had a choice right? so i sat unto one of the benches together with my kind of species, the bullied ones, the new kids in the block, the ones that doesn't have any sort of contract to choose from, the ones that were only there to fill in the gaps... i mean what the hell right? how could a bureaucratic agency be like this? i felt like shit, i felt like my heart leaped into some kind of madness and anger, it felt as if we're shoes being sorted if i am a designers shoes or if i'm just the cheap ones that you can buy for 100 bucks...we were louboutins separated from the regular stall and into the sale box ,... being deemed by the judging eyes of the ranking (permanent) animals...again, WHAT THE HELL right? its as if the separation and distinction would help us understand the rules...
and so the assemble begun, with my heart on my sleeve, i tried so hard to show my poker face (the one that says, wtf am i doing here face!), the ruling queen been of the jungle begun her gracious opening spill, as if her blood colored lips would brighten my day, she begun speaking..and the first sentences that came out from her blood shot rim was about RESPECT! she said that she called upon this assembly in order for us (pertaining to the low life species without a contract or permanent positions) to regain the word RESPECT to our superiors...as she goes on and on about emphasizing her ill mannered speech about her school spirit my mind just translated her words from being a hater to hearing her libretto into some kind of gibberish bullshit she calls "an opening remark"...

MY TAKE
I am 22 years old and in my 22 years of existence in my life, i have never been treated like the way Regina George from Mean Girls treats people in their school... JUST NOW. I felt like i was branded. i was stereo-typed. and whats worst is, i was branded because of my status in the jungle. i mean, how does a person eat, live and breathe with that kind of insensitive thinking? i mean, i know i'm being so PMS-ish right now, but i don't get the point where you have to be separated by status and still be able to talk about respect in the same paragraph. For me one vital point of RESPECT is when you treat people equally, whether they are poor, homeless, uneducated, contractual or a bum. you treat them equally. In my case, i felt like branded in a wrong marketing way. I am a graduate of a prestigious school that has the reputation of having a tuition fee that can buy you a car in 3 semesters, i am a grad student of the same institution that bleeds green and for boasting sake (this one is for her) i've also enrolled and studied in their blue lagoon they call a university, and so i felt really bad, i mean my educational credentials are not that bad, i don't boast about my social class but i speak better than other people we know, i know the difference and right pronunciation of F and P, or V and B... but my point is, teaching about respect and separating people's sit base on their classes is just so unfair and inhumane, it doesn't only depict the right meaning of the words, but it is also abundantly obvious that the notions are both contrasting and insensitive. I just hope you wont feel this kind of feeling, coz if you'll do feel it, i tell you..you'll feel like a shoe being sorted by brand when at the end of the day you're all the same exact footwear with the same purpose, just a different design. 

N.

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