I work with a younger man of 29. He’s black and he’s been with my company for 10 years. Let’s call him David. He started out as an intern – a lackey, an IT guy who set up computers at people’s desks, etc. I should say that I mention his race because it’s a big deal to him, as he’s either hinting around about inequities or is just sometimes rather direct about it. He can be militant at times. The ironic thing is that he grew up a very wealthy suburb of Baltimore and is seemingly part of a very good family. While I’m telling this bit, I think it’s important to mention two other characters. His manager is a little Napolean type guy who’s really a wimp if you give him the slightest bit of resistance. He likes military stuff, sports a high-and-tight, has some modded out Jeep with oversized tires, and he’s a God-fearing Christian – in the dumb way (talks of church and the Bible sometimes, inappropriately). Anyway, his boss’s boss, who’s my manager, is a really skittish guy who professes to being the biggest bleeding-heart liberal in the world and there’s nothing I’ve seen from either his words or his actions that would lead me to think otherwise.
So, you have the suburban militant, the dumb, scared little man, and the skittish techie who’s pretty brilliant, just not socially.
David actually comes into the office 3 days a week – well, he’s supposed to, but he’s usually here 2. He’s supposed to be in at 8 and leave at 5, but he usually works from 11 to 4, maybe 5. He does a very menial task-based job that most IT data center guys start out doing but will quickly pass it off and graduate onto something more intellectually stimulating. He’s been doing this function for the last 8 years. He doesn’t even try to do anything else. He just complains about his job and how management doesn’t make the right decisions, etc.
David also has a horrible attitude – about anything work-related. Asking him to do something within in the boundaries of his job description automatically brings resistance. “Why?” “This is stupid.” Blah, blah, blah. Anything extra-curricular? Forget it. Don’t even bother. Not only will you get a bunch of shit, but he won’t do it anyway.
So, we have a weekly ritual: Why David Doesn’t Get Raises, Bonuses, and Promotions: It’s Everyone Else’s Fault. He goes into tirades about how he’s “damned good at what he does” and how he’s “underappreciated” and how he “goes the extra mile every. damn. day.” Every once in a while we’ll get sprinkled in that it’s because he’s black. He fails to see that we have another co-worker who’s black and has been promoted several times (well-deserved). So today, totally fed up, and out-of-my-mind-busy, I told him, “If you worked for me, you’d have been out on your ass a long damn time ago.” He just stopped and stared at me, as if what I said was from a completely different reality (maybe it was). I got a “Hmph!” and he was gone. He went home.
The managers don’t say a damn thing because one is deathly afraid of any real confrontation and the other is scared to death of offending a militant black man.
Anyway, have you ever worked with someone like this? How would you deal with the situation, whether he’s a co-worker, subordinate or superior?