Mansurat is a creative writer, certified meditation teacher and shadow work guide. She writes on self-healing, wellbeing and mental health
I got sacked on the first day of my resumption after job hunting for months. It came as a shock since it was obvious everyone was impressed with my expertise during the interview.
“Mr. Ted, we found your portfolio convincing and satisfactory but we don’t think your personality will fit well into our organization.” The manager said as she handed me the official dismissal letter.
“Ma? Personality? I’m confused. I consider myself a flexible person and the goals of the organization aligns with my dreams. I’m also very adaptable.” I tried to explain.
“See Mr. Ted, our hiring manager was finalizing the documentation and onboarding process when he learnt about some of your views. We represent inclusion on all fronts and we expect our employees to do the same as they often are representatives of the organization.” She ended, and adjusted on her seat.
I could not understand why she was being indirect. I needed her to tell me what the problem was. At least, that way, I’ll make a change and perhaps get better luck next time.
“I searched eight months nonstop for a job only to get this.” I said, my anger was visible in my voice.
I was irritated with the way she ignored me. Feelings of doubts started to engulf me.
“Are my views things I can change? These views you talk about?” I asked.
“Listen, Mr. Ted, our current vacancy falls under a unit with a strict manager because of the operational hurdles involved. In the past, we have noticed some of our male employees have trouble cooperating with the manager and the rest of the team. So we have been more careful with our hiring process. To save us the hiring costs.” She explained.
“Why would the male employees have trouble working with the manager. I’m confused. I believe as an organization that believes in inclusion, the employees should be treated right.” I replied.
“Yes, that’s why we have investigated severally for misconduct on the part of the manager only to discover the problem had nothing to do with management delivery but perception. See, we laid off some of our male employees because they felt insulted taking orders from their superior.” She said.
“But I’m not that way. I do not have such views.” I explained.
“Well, that’s what I thought too. You didn’t look it. You’re a brilliant young man but the evidence says otherwise. You seem to champion movements and beliefs that promote the ideology that female humans are of lower intellect compared to their male counterparts.” She said pausing.
“Have a look.” She added as she shared her screen with me.
I saw statements I made on forums and platforms insinuating what she had said. There was no possible denying.
“There are several other organizations where your beliefs won’t be threatened but we do not have the space to accommodate you at the moment.”
I felt ashamed and embarrassed. I did not bother to explain myself. To think I said most of what I said for the fun of it. I walked out of the office with my head lowered in shame. For some reason I never paid attention to my thought processes and the ideologies I championed. I never really knew why or what informed my views. I was just a blind follower and supporter. Who would have thought it would steal my chance at my dream job?
It's easy to get carried away and go with the flow but at what cost? We have to pay attention to our beliefs and the effects it has on us and others. Most importantly, we have to be patient with ourselves till we can gather enough information about a concept before forming opinions.
Opinions, thoughts and beliefs should be flexible with room to accomodate varying or conflicting ideals. Our beliefs and idealogies should not promote marginalisation or suppression of the rights of a group. Inclusion is a great watch word.
Ted learns how expensive his approach to life is. He learns his lesson the hard way but the important thing is that it sinked in. He is open minded, ready to learn and willing to correct his mistakes. And that's what matters the most.
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