My sis and I just spent an hour laughing so hard about all of the shenanigans at the black history site we worked at which shall not be named...like the time I was assigned to reorganizing our boss's office and I opened his filing cabinet and it was just full of marshmallows

or the time an activist grifter scammed free space out of the museum and put on a "community play" that was just a bunch of homeless ppl he'd conned into delivering unscripted monologues for boston liberals too polite to complain

or when an older black visitor figured out we couldn't leave our posts and so would wonder in to tell us his theory about how Abraham Lincoln was really a black man and how he himself was descended from the man on the Quaker Oats box

OR our coworker who ran a "youth group" but, in true mack-tivist fashion, used it to pick up unsuspecting women. he also kept a gun in the office. and had constant relationship drama spill into the office.

OR the white guy who worked there and had hair like the quaker oat box man and used to bring his baby into the office bc his wife had kicked him out and he didn't have a sitter...

Also the tour guide who would charge unsuspecting out of town church groups 50 bucks a head to come on our tours, even tho they were free to the public..

AND the time my sis gave a tour to a group of private school kids and thought that a homeless man had joined but it ended up being Steven Tyler, who was chaperoning his kids' trip, and he was SUPER into the history and kept saying "they treated black ppl like this? wtf, man?"

He later returned to the museum with an Aerosmith bandmate, because he really really wanted him to know the history

THERE IS MORE. Like, so so much more. Man, whenever I'm like "where did I get my weird anxieties about office life from?" I remember...this was my first office job/job experience