Come. Sit, Please. Tell Me What You’re Feeling.


June 6, 2020 by petrujviljoen

I beg people to click through to the original post and leave your likes there. trE is theone deserving of it.

A Cornered Gurl

How My Boss Made Space for Me When I Needed It Most

I had an emotional breakdown at work. To be frank, I have been met with more responsibilities, lack of support from my direct higher-up, and an indescribable amount of tension within our walls due to America’s current state of affairs. My role has shifted. Not only do I register patients for imaging scans and invasive procedures, I also screen patients for COVID-19 symptoms prior to entering our waiting areas. My hours, on some days, are longer than others and my shifts have been inconsistent. I have been exposed to positive COVID-19 patients as well as patients who presented with symptoms or who have been around someone diagnosed with Coronavirus, COVID-19 in the last fourteen days.

I am currently on my ninth day of self-monitoring as our Employee Occupational Health team believes I have not been in contact…

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12 thoughts on “Come. Sit, Please. Tell Me What You’re Feeling.

  1. Jules says:

    There are many who are not heard. Speak loud and clear. I would hug this woman if I could.
    I have dealt with different prejudices. I cannot abide by anyone who cannot show another full respect. May my own strength and positive thoughts traverse through and lift her spirit.

    • Thanks Jules. I’ll send her your comment.

      • Jules says:

        I did post it at her place 🙂

        • I meant to visit her post to see but haven’t gotten round to it. Thanks for letting me know. Thanks a million from both of us! 🙂

        • Jules says:

          I’m a misfit of the 1960’s in NYC’s Greenwich Village (move further away from large cities as I got older). I was taught to respect all peoples early on. I and I hope I was successful in passing on those same values to my children and hopefully also to my grands as needed. 😀 Kindness and respect go much further than any negativity. And it is unfortunate that in the current political environment too many forget that all people should be respected equally.

        • It is beyond me how it can not be as you say. It’s madness. I had a very consevative (read white) upbringing but changed as I got out and got to know the world and it’s people. To this day topics of politics and religion are avoided the very few times we do talk. I’ve lived among black people, where I was one of a handful of white people among tens of thousands of blacks (in the inner city of Johannesburg). Lived there for 14 years. The atmosphere palpably changed coming home from visiting in the white suburbs. It’s always been with a sigh of relief, as if an oppression lifted, once back home.

        • Jules says:

          I think that may be due to what some call ‘privilege’… (which isn’t only by race but also by class as in India where the lower classes of people are treated horribly even though they are of the same heritage … because of the jobs they hold or their family held and they can not escape those professions because they are not afforded the same education as those with ‘privilege’. Even within the Native American tribes there are differences because one clan may feel superior to another say a warring clan vs a peaceful clan. Even in some religions the leadership is looked to to interpret and guide, but with prejudice interpretations the majority of followers are taught to be subservient mindless beings.

          I have never felt ‘privileged’ because I always had to work hard for what ever I earned and even felt snubbed by those who ‘had more’ – even though there are many who have less (than my own family). My own family has always been involved with volunteer via the local fire and hazmat. Which treat all peoples equally as fire and hazards do not discriminate in anyway shape or form.

          While my own area has some diversity, the city has more than the suburbs. But that isn’t any excuse to treat anyone differently.

          I’ve read and heard by a number of people and have also witnessed this phenomenon that those who have less seem willing to give more , while those who have more (not all though it does seem the majority) are always trying to see what little they can give and still be recognized for…

          In my own belief system it is taught that there are levels of giving and the highest level of giving is to help someone be able to help themselves without getting any recognition. And the lowest form of giving is that of those who give largely and demand outrageous recognition – like giving to erect a building for a community but then having their name on the building in three foot large lettering so all the world can see.

          To me a person is good because of the goodness that is in their heart. Nothing else matters.

        • It is as you say. But fearing for one’s life simply on account of what one looks like is a bit much! 🙂 Be well Jules.

        • Jules says:

          Or what one believes… Yes. And combine more than one difference and you can become extremely paranoid. People fear different color, faith, height, weight, and political leanings.

  2. trE says:

    Thank you, Petru!

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