Mean People Suck!

Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Mean People Suck

Today I went on a job interview at a winery outlet down by Fisherman’s Wharf.
As per my norm, I took Tucson with me.
The manager of the outlet looked me up and down and then asked if we could do the interview outside.

I acquiesced.

He told me he had seen a lot of things in his time, but never before had anyone brought their dog with them to an interview…!

I tried to explain to him that Tucson is a registered service dog, that I have a partial hearing loss, that he is actually my strongest sales point because he is a perfect icebreaker and that especially women and children are innately drawn to him.

I also pointed out that it is illegal to discriminate against people because of their disability; to which he responded, “Oh yeah, well, I’ve got ten or twelve other people lined up for interviews, and I am sure I will find one of them more qualified than you, regardless of your disability!”

My jaw dropped and my eyes welled with tears, and even though internally, the little “Logic Angel” was telling me he was not a person I would want to work for, my “Devil Angel” still cried, “Foul!” and so I told the jerk he was shooting himself in the foot and missing out on one heck of a great employee--no, scratch that--make us, two great employees.

Then I left and rounding a corner, cried just a little bit, biting my lip trying not to.

Dan & Tucson