A bit of weirdness at work
Dec. 23rd, 2005 03:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gridloreVery slow as the holiday approaches, I only had two jobs today. The second was picking up a loaded container and taking it back to the warehouse.
Before heading over, I call both phone numbers and get answering machines. Not uncommon. Find the place. No cars in front, and no one answers when I ring the bell (we are supposed to let the customer know we are there to pick up the container in case there is a last minute item that needs to be loaded.)
So, assuming that no one was home, I back the truck up to the container and start doing that voodoo that I do so well. I had the container off the ground and was just starting back to the truck when the garage door opened and two women, one fairly elderly and one my age or younger (mid 30s, would be my guess) carry some garbage out.
"Good morning!" I cry over the roar of my lift's engine. I was actually at the back of the lift checking something when they came out, so we were no more than five feet away from each other. No reply, and they didn't even look at me. For the next ten minutes, as I maneuvered the truck under the container, lowered the container, and secure it to the truck did any of the eventual three women who emerged from the garage speak to me or even look in my direction. Even when I had to ask one of them to step away from the lift (it was close to six tons with the loaded container, and it can roll without warning...) I received no acknowledgment of any kind.
At first glance, I thought they were Latino (safe bet her in the SFBA) but on a second look they were more south Asian. Maybe cultural restraints prevented them from interacting with me, but it was just weird. Normally, I get an audience when I do a job. Being studiously ignored was a bit disconcerting.
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Before heading over, I call both phone numbers and get answering machines. Not uncommon. Find the place. No cars in front, and no one answers when I ring the bell (we are supposed to let the customer know we are there to pick up the container in case there is a last minute item that needs to be loaded.)
So, assuming that no one was home, I back the truck up to the container and start doing that voodoo that I do so well. I had the container off the ground and was just starting back to the truck when the garage door opened and two women, one fairly elderly and one my age or younger (mid 30s, would be my guess) carry some garbage out.
"Good morning!" I cry over the roar of my lift's engine. I was actually at the back of the lift checking something when they came out, so we were no more than five feet away from each other. No reply, and they didn't even look at me. For the next ten minutes, as I maneuvered the truck under the container, lowered the container, and secure it to the truck did any of the eventual three women who emerged from the garage speak to me or even look in my direction. Even when I had to ask one of them to step away from the lift (it was close to six tons with the loaded container, and it can roll without warning...) I received no acknowledgment of any kind.
At first glance, I thought they were Latino (safe bet her in the SFBA) but on a second look they were more south Asian. Maybe cultural restraints prevented them from interacting with me, but it was just weird. Normally, I get an audience when I do a job. Being studiously ignored was a bit disconcerting.
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