I’m back from a great vacation in Denver just in time to attend the company’s bi-annual employee town hall meeting/pep rally. Lucky me. I show up 10 minutes late and walk in while one of the senior executives is giving his spiel.

The CEO later gets on stage in a double-breasted suit worth at least two grand. He goes all out managing to make ridiculous populist economic statements and posturing about standing up for the American working man. This is from the mouth of one of the highest paid CEOs in America a few years back and whose company is incorporated in the Cayman Islands.

The CEO also calls our company possibly the greatest company in the world today and attacks our notorious short-seller with particular maliciousness. His pervasive modesty is clearly apparent in the use of the word ‘possibly’ above.

In his hour of epic delusion, the great man goes on to talk up the Hispanics and how the gringos are usually slow to catch up. Yes, Mexico is a hotbed of creativity and innovation with world-class universities and overflowing with Nobel prizes. Oh wait, that sounds more like America. Well, the Aztecs did pioneer open-air heart surgery during their bloody human sacrifices before the Spanish showed up and the slow transition to Mexico began.

And since when is it acceptable for Americans to be referred to as gringos at an employee meeting? This also occurred at the last town hall meeting and I wonder how it would go over if Mexicans were referred to as wetbacks or beaners. But you know, in an inoffensive, friendly sort of way similar to the use of gringos above.

The public use of ethnic slurs is condoned for certain groups, but condemned for everyone else. I’m appalled that I work for a company that is actively promoting the ethnic balkanization of America. Back from vacation and immediately back to reality and wanting to run for the hills as soon as I can.


This is a post in a series based on my time working at a Fortune 500 company. These posts are taken directly from a journal I decided to keep after witnessing numerous unbelievable and ridiculous incidents. All names have been changed to protect the privacy of the innocent―as well as the guilty. The head of my department is referred to as ‘Raptor,’ which was the nickname given to him by one of my coworkers. Last I checked, Raptor was still employed in the same role at this company.