I tell you the truth can be painful
And the mainstream of life can be cruel
If you believe in your chances today
you could be a fool, don’t you be a fool, oh no
Up the Revolution, by Barry Gibb, Robin Gibb, Maurice Gibb, David English
© 1986 (unknown)
Right after (by that I mean, the same day) I revived the blog, a dear friend sent me an e-mail. After admitting she had not read the blog, she warned me that if I was going to look for employment in the future I should not say anything negative that could be seen, because this stuff gets seen.
Well, that’s kind of the idea of the blog. I want these things to be seen. No one is paying attention to what’s going on in corporate America; maybe if enough people like me keep talking about it, someone might finally pay attention.
I’m not worried about my future in corporate America. That ship has sailed. I’ll go work in McDonalds if I have to.
Besides, this is not just about me. Yes, I’m still angry about how I was treated, but I’m even more angry about how some of the people I worked with—the most dedicated, honest and hardworking people I have ever met—were treated. I watched people get promoted not because they had the right skill set, but because they were friends with the right people. Or, as my always graphic husband puts it: “it’s not who you know, it’s who you blow.”
I was always the one who spoke out about something that seemed to be bothering the collective. But most people are afraid to speak out because that might be “a career limiting move”. I don’t blame them at all. Self-preservation is very important, especially when you have a family to support. We all have to do that. I should keep my mouth shut, swallow hard and mind my own business.
But I can’t, and usually it is to my own detriment. I got kicked out of my seventh grade science class permanently because I told the teacher, in class, in front of everyone, that he spent too much time lecturing us about failing, when most of us were working hard in class. By most of us, I meant me, because I had no way of knowing how many kids in the class were in fact failing. So I became the self-selected spokesman for all of us maligned and bored kids. I spent the rest of the semester in the library researching evolution. Funny, I didn’t mind. I wrote a hell of a report on the subject.
Yup, the die is cast for me. These are important issues and they are worth speaking out about. Even if no one but the choir is listening.
On that heavy note, let’s lighten things up. Today I offer you my takeoff of “Benny and the Jets.” My version is “Penny, Place your Bets.” If you can guess what show I was watching right before I wrote it, please leave me a comment with your answer.
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Hey girls, let’s all go to Vegas
Penny left her boyfriend
And she wants to make him jealous
We’ll see a show or two
So come along
She’s gonna spend his hard-earned money
Until it’s all gone.
Say, Amy and Bernie have you seen her yet?
What’s taking her so long?
P-P-P-P Penny place your bets
Oh but her hair’s not perfect yet
Oh girl won’t you please come down
She’s got a sparkly dress
She likes to look her best
We’ll miss the free drinks when they come around
P-P-P-P Penny place your bets
Now we’re ready to get started
Maybe it’s useless
But Penny throws dice farther
We’ll play some craps until our favorite show
Then we’ll listen to the red piano
Until it’s time to go . . .
(c) 2014 Renata Manzo