I work for a company that can only be called "conservative." Many people have called it many other things, but for our purposes, let's just leave it at "conservative." If you have ever read my blog, or my Twitter feed, or been within a 50 mile radius of me (even if I am just flying in a plane over your general area) you know that I am anything BUT conservative. I am a Godless, commie, bleeding heart, tax and spend, any other negative epithet you want to throw at me liberal.
Still, I like my job. My job seems to like me.
I figure discussing politics in the workplace is never a good idea no matter where you work. I figure that my co-workers, many of whom I am sure disagree with me ideologically, are polite enough not to bring it up, so I am as well. I figure no one agrees 100% with everything their company does. I figure where I work is only a part of who I am, not the sum total. I figure anyone who knows me, will know that.
People who randomly call my office? They obviously don't. Take for example the call I took this morning:
CALLER: I'm sick of you trying to push your conservative agenda on me.
ME: Excuse me?
CALLER: Oh, don't try to pretend. You right wing, Christian conservative bigot!
ME: Sir, do you have something specific you want me to address?
CALLER: Specific? How about the fact you think you can step all over people's rights!
ME: I don't think that in the least, Sir. I voted for Obama. I give money to the ACLU. To Planned Parenthood. To the NAACP.
CALLER: You have no right!
ME: Sir, I don't know what right you are talking about. How can I help you?
CALLER: By not trying to silence liberal views. That's what Hitler did.
ME: Sir, I'm sorry you feel that way. Try reading my blog. There are some liberal views for you. And the Hitler card? REALLY?
CALLER: You just don't get it.
ME: I don't know what you want me to get.
CALLER: You and all your Romney supporting buddies. Only worried about your money.
ME: Silence. I wouldn't vote for Romney if I were strapped to an ant hill covered in honey. And money? Honey, I got none.
CALLER: I hope you're happy.
ME: Alright. Have a nice day.
That isn't the first call like that I've taken. It won't be the last. I know there are some who think I am being untrue to myself, and my beliefs by not speaking up, by not asserting myself. Maybe I am. Or, maybe I just know the time and place to do it.
And I know it's not my office.
No matter how many names I am called.