As some of you may remember, I started a new job a month ago and discovered a co-worker was a JW (saw an "Examing" book in his drawer, and he spoke of not celebrating birthdays). Well, one day some of us newbies were talking and somehow someone started telling really bad JW jokes. Now, all during HR indoctrination, we were told never to make jokes about someone's religion (duh) because that person could be offended and report the source of the jokes. I just said, "You might want to re- think the Witnesses jokes, there may be some Witnesses here".
(Now, keep in mind that my "team" members usually just blow me off anyway, and it is sore point with me. My tendency is not to speak up unless I'm 99.99 percent certain I am right.)
"Don't be ridiculous. There are no JWs here."
"Yeah, Rose, I don't think so either."
I probably would have let it go until someone said, "You don't know what you're talking about." To me, those are fighting words, since when I do finally open my mouth, it is precisely because I know what I'm talking about.
"J. is a witness."
"No way. "
"Why would you say that?"
I explained about the birthdays, and the Examining book. To which one replied, "I read "Our Daily Bread" every day, I'm not a Witness."
I explained how only baptized JWs can get this book.
They were so adamant that I was wrong that I just said, "Fine. I'm wrong."
Damned if the next day one of my bitchy team members said to J. "What church do you go to?"
I actually felt sorry for him. Been there, done that....the unexpected question, the reluctance to disclose...
"Well, uh....well, I don't go to a church. I go to a KH, I am a Jehovah's Witness."
At that point, the discussion ended when a supervisor came by.
Due to my merciful nature I, of course, resisted the urge to say to her, "Told you so."
The story is pointless; I'm just bored. And upset. Damned Mother's Day.