Lately I’ve had a lot more responsibility at work as we ramp up for Black Friday and the time that follows and I’ve been given a lot of people to get up to speed to be ready for the onslaught.
Because these days available workers are at such a premium instead of just getting workers bused in from Lawrence (always common) and Brockton (started a few months ago) we are now getting people in from Boston proper and Providence RI. The result has been a slightly different demographic mix with a larger group of American born English speaking workers who live in big cities than new immigrants speaking Spanish, Portuguese or Creole. What this is while harder on my off hours “Interviews with Immigrants” series at work it makes my job as a person who speaks almost no Spanish and Portuguese, much easier.
I’m very pleased to say that these new folks who thus far range in age from: young enough to be my children, to young enough to be my grandchildren, are not only are working out splendidly but in my mind contain an awful lot of diamonds in the rough who have the potential to hold responsible positions in the near future.
All of this is made possible by the Trump economy that our state in general and our company in particular is enjoying yet in conversation during a slow period (very rare the last week) at least a couple of them had choice words for the president and expressed some astonishment that I was a supporter of his, one remarked that as far as she was concerned Obama was still her president.
Think about it for a second, people who live in two of the bluest cities in New England yet are unable to find acceptable work in them, now find themselves in an economy so strong that folks are driving them an hour or more, even to a different state for employment, and yet they still can’t see the connection between the jobs they now have and man who made that economy vs what came before.
I’m old enough to be from an age where being and making friends with people I disagree with politically is normal and being a Catholic and raised by people born in 1921 & 1924 the American principle that: If people are doing their jobs their politics don’t matter a damn, is sacrosanct to me even if it’s not to the folks at Google, Mozilla or Facebook.
So as far as I’m concerned as long as they continue to do their job I’ll be happy. If they continue to be impressive I’ll make sure my boss knows they deserve notice. Naturally I’d be delighted if some day during break I discover they have grasped the political reason why they’ve getting that chance to impress work and impress, but in the end it doesn’t matter.
After all it’s not part of the job description and this is America and people can think and believe what they like.