Mark Morford's columns
I know now how to work for some East German person who is younger than me and prove myself as a flexible, adaptive co-worker:
Shut-up, work, do not ask any questions, never talk to any one outside the department, or better - never talk to anyone but your superior, pretend to not be able to speak English whenever possible. And work hard at finding former East-Germans totally exciting, astonishing, hip and noteworthy. And endure petty hurtful personal stabs, irrational accusations and hysterical screeching with a smile.
The problem was that the shock of 9/11 and the mourning and the sadness and the not being able to talk to people near me, in whose country I had been living happily for over 10 years, and bearing the triumphant schadenfreude of my superior was such a difficult task - in addition to working, that I must have appeared somewhat c l u m s y . Which then again inspired intense disdain in my immediate surroundings consisting of German co-workers who strongly believed in giving the East German person a break - as long as I - not them - was paying the price. Indulging a former East German in this way hence was the expedient, the politically correct thing to do - the poor thing had been Coming in From the Cold after all.
Which is why the strange and tortured humour of UC Berkeley alumni and Hearst - SF Gate contributor Mark Morford arriving in my email box in the form of a column every day was medicine, no dope for me.
It's all about retail, just like Jesus would have wanted . . . read Mark's column here
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