Work has been strange this week. It’s been busy, and I’m a little stressed and emotional.
On Monday, my supervisor asked me to take a survey online. I had no idea what it was about, but to my surprise, it was about diversity in our workplace. Religion was mentioned several times in the survey, and I was brutally honest.
I finished the survey and broke into tears. My boss asked me what was wrong, and I didn’t hold back. I told her I felt ostracized, and I complained about the faith poster in the mailroom as well as our organization’s obsession with Chic-fil-A.
When it came to the poster, my boss and I agreed that it is okay to have a religious poster in your cubicle, where you can see it, but placing a religious poster in the mailroom where everyone can see it is inappropriate. I felt empowered and validated.
However, the poster was still there when I came to work this morning. No one was around, so I took it down myself. It felt like an amazing release. I told my boss I did it. She didn’t seem upset, but she did ask me if anyone saw me. I said, “Nope.”
Turns out the survey was done by a third party, and my organization hired a diversity professional to help us out with our workplace environment. There are going to be focus groups and training in the near future.
The comments. The Bible quotes. So much happens at work that makes me uncomfortable, but could change be on the horizon? Are improvements possible? For once, I’m hopeful.
Maybe this was a breakthrough, and I’m finally finding my voice.
This experience inspired my art today, and I made this mask at work.








