My first real job was as an attendant at a swimming pool in a state park. I was 17 and my job was to provide locker keys to visitors. The job itself wasn't bad but my supervisor was. He was both racist and determined to have me fired so his daughter could get the job.
The park was on the Hudson River and we would often get boats chartered by church groups or social clubs. Many of the people on these charters were Hispanic or African-American.
The supervisor I'll call 'Larry' told me, in no uncertain terms, that I should assign people from these groups rusty, musty lockers in the back of the facility because, 'We don't want their kind here'. I didn't because I couldn't do something that was illegal. I also didn't think it was right.
People would swim then change to go for lunch and enjoy other parts of the park. When they left, it
was my job to collect their locker keys, issue a receipt with the locker number, if they'd left things in their locker, and stamp their hands so they could get back into enjoy another swim or just collect their possessions.
I was good at this but Larry tried to undermine me. One day, I came back from lunch and he threw
a hand-full of locker keys in my face.
'I found these half-way up the mountain! You're not doing your job and you ain't putting the N------- where you should be putting them! I'm getting you fired!'
All the keys were from one section. It was obvious to anyone who looked that he just grabbed a
bunch of keys and threw them at me. At the time, I was a very meek person but this was too much even for me.
My father had worked with Larry and I told him about this. Everyone who worked with Larry knew
that he was on a hair-trigger. His wife and daughter were lovely people but Larry was a border-line nut
Larry lived only a few streets away from us. My father made a little stroll after dinner and had a
chat with Larry.
The harassment stopped and Larry 'retired' soon after
That first job taught me a lot about bosses.