I worked in a small office with an evangelical authoritarian supervisor. For a time we had our music libraries on our computers and we were able to play music in our headphones. One morning we came in to find notes on our desks saying headphones were no longer allowed.
It was definitely December because of what was on that horrible little boombox.
This Christian group called Point of Grace had a Christmas album. I heard it over and over and over and over again.
I would probably go catatonic if I heard a single note from that record.
Mariah Carey was actually a relief when I heard it haha.
Fortunately we got our headphones back. My best friend for 20 years now (dayuuum) came up with an idea.
When the supervisor would leave we’d try to play Bela Lugosi Is Dead by Bauhaus juuuuuust slightly out of sync between our computers until everyone got sick of it and complained. We both threatened to quit unless we were allowed to use headphones when we were told “no more music in the office”.
God that place was miserable.
That sounds awful. I don’t think I could ever work for an Evangelical. Not one who insisted on imposing their idea of morality on their employees, which I assume would be virtually all of them. I knew someone who worked for eHarmony, which was run by Dr. Neil Clarke Warren, an Evangelical. I knew him because we would go to atheist social meetups together when I lived in L.A. He hated it, but at the time, unemployment was pretty high, especially in L.A. So he was stuck there. We lost touch, so I don’t know if he still works there, but I hope he’s found something better.
I’ve had some astoundingly shitty bosses, but at least none of them tried to push their Christian bullshit on me.
I’m in Appalachia. If I worked in an adult bookstore my boss would be an evangelical. Haha
Holy rollers, holy rollers everywhere.
Each and every day of my life someone preaches to me. I just smile and carry on.
Had a really weird 81 year old man in my store yesterday. He said, “I was down ‘are at ‘tuh moose lodge with my girlfriend and some feller flirted with her. My buddy said, “now don’t go fightin’ eem. You don’t wanna git in no trouble.” And I told him I didn’t have to fight him. The lord would take care of him. A few weeks later his cayncer came back. Other night my dead wife was laying in the bed holding our baby that died. She asked me to put a blanket on her. I wanted to talk to her but I guess the lord didn’t want me to speak. Not everybody can see spirits. Only a select few people. I’ve seen spirits all my life.”
Part of me is jealous of these folks. They think they’re gonna live forever and trust that everything will work out. Meanwhile I’m worrying about my health and that everything isn’t going to work out. :p
