The last of the three other dictaphone-typists/transcriptionists working in the Travelers Aid-ISS dictaphone-typist/transcriptionist pool was also another woman in her 20's who apparently had also moved to New York to find office work, from some other city or town in the USA.
But, unlike the white culturally-straight woman from Scranton, PA., she was a short-haired woman of Native American background, who likely would have been considered neither physically unattractive nor physically attractive by most men of her age in that decade. But her sarcastic way of relating to men like myself in the office, whenever she responded to some remarks she had had heard me make (in the rare general office conversation that happened during the few times when the baskets weren't overload with tapes of case histories and social worker correspondence to be transcribed), seemed to indicate, though, that she distrusted men for some reason; and that she was more personally unhappy with her current personal life situation, in general, than any of the other women workers in the office.
Yet after a few weeks of occasionally chatting with the woman of Native American background and realizing that (despite her identifying herself as a Native American who seemed to resent the fact that Native Americans were still being discriminated against in the USA in the 1970s), she wasn't into being a supporter of the American Indian Movement [AIM] or any other liberation movement in the USA or elsewhere and also seemed too self-centered in her personality, I concluded that, even if I had felt an interest in asking her out to lunch for a date, it was likely that she would feel there was no real basis for socializing with me outside of the Travelers Aid-ISS workplace office.
The only other office workers who did some typing that I can recall from my days working at Travelers Aid-ISS were two typists sent in from a temp agency; after the pile of ISS social worker reports and correspondence in the dictaphone-typist pool's basked which needed to be transcribed or typed grew so high that the Travelers Aid-ISS personnel director needed to call in a request for some temps to the temp agency she sometimes used to obtain temp workers.
One of the temp typists was a white man who seemed to be in his late 40s or early 50s, with slightly-graying hair, whose temp assignment at Travelers Aid-ISS lasted for about three or four weeks. He apparently lived rent-free in a residential building somewhere in Manhattan's midtown or upper east side, which he had inherited from his parents, whose family had purchased the small brownstone building before the neighborhood's block had turned into a white upper and white upper-class residential neighborhood.
So prior to registering with the temp agency which assigned him to work temp at Travelers Aid-ISS, he didn't seem to have felt much economic pressure to find himself a straight 9-to-5 permanent job; perhaps because, prior to the post-1969 economic recession deepening in New York City by the mid-1970s, he may have possibly been able to obtain money by renting out one of the follors of the brownstone he had inherited.
But apparently the impact of New York City's economic decline in the early 1970s was being felt enough by him so, despite his rent-free personal situation, he still felt the need to pick up some extra money by doing temp work?
The late 40 to early 50-year-old white male temp typist at Travelers Aid-ISS had a straight-looking short haircut and was beardless. But although he didn't seem artistic-oriented, interested in current events and the 1970s U.S. and world political scene or intellectual, and did seem non-rebellious, after his first day as a temp worker at Travelers Aid-ISS, he no longer came to work dressed in a suit and tie. And, like me, he just came to work dressed more casually, wearing neither a tie nor a sport jacket.
When I noticed the pile of typing to be done inside our dictaphone typist office pool's basket was starting to increase, I advised this white male typist in his late 40s or 50s to try to stretch out the length of his temp assignment at Travelers Aid-ISS by working more slowly. But although he had hoped to collect more temp agency paychecks from his Travelers Aid-ISS temp job for a few weeks longer, he apparently was still too new at working at temp jobs to take my advice; and once there was no more work for the temp to do at Travelers Aid-ISS he disapppeared from the scene, after about three or four weeks.
The second temp office worker who appeared at the Travelers Aid-ISS workplace while I worked there was a tall Black woman with an Afro hairstyle, and a gold tooth in her mouth, who lived in a Harlem apartment.
But after only one week working on her temp assignment at the Travelers Aid-ISS office, the Travelers Aid-ISS personnel manager signed her temp time sheet on Friday afternoon and told her that the temp assignment had ended and she would no longer be needed to work at Travelers Aid-ISS in the following weel.
Because I had chatted with the African-American woman temp a few times during the wook in the office, she started to chat with me on the Manhattan street after we left the East Side building in which the Travelers Aid-ISS office was located, and walked towards the different subway stop stations we used to commute home.
Apparently, the Travelers Aid-ISS white female personnel manager had accused her of taking too much time on her breaks and lunch hours and not working fast enough. But the African-American woman temp in her late 20s or early 30s felt the real reason her temp assignment at the Travelers Aid-ISS was ending was because of racial bias; and she expressed anger at the assignment ending.
I agreed with her that, since this particular Travelers Aid-ISS workplace didn't seem to employ any Black clerical workers (except maybe the office worker who was the mailroom clerk) or any Black social workers in the 1970s, it was likely that the white middle-class female personnel manager's racial bias had led to the temp job assignment ending.
But, after stopping to converse with each other on the street for about 10 minutes, we both concluded that, unless her temp agency stopped giving her new assignments because Travelers Aid-ISS had ended her assignment after just one week, it made more economic sense for her to just call the temp agency and get assigned to report to a different workplace during the following week. Since there was a possibility that, in the short-run, if she complained now to her temp agency about Travelers Aid-ISS's racial bias, she would then be seen as a "troublemaker by her temp agency; and the temp agency, itself, would start going out of its way, in a racially-biased way, to avoid giving her temp work assignments with any of the temp agency's other clients.
After our 10-minute sidewalk chat, I felt somewhat physically and intellectually attracted to the African-American temp woman worker whose assignment at Travelers Aid-ISS had just ended. But, not knowing whether or not she was already now involved in a relationship with another person, not wanting to use the fact that I had provided a sympathetic ear for her to vent her anger at the temp assignment ending so suddenly at Travelers Aid-ISS as a means of getting her inclined to feel willing to exchange phone numbers with me, and not feeling any vibe from her indicating she wanted me to ask her out for a date, I didn't ask her for one.
So although I felt attracted to her somewhat, I quickly decided that she would likely consider it illogical if I said anything more to her other than just wishing her luck, before we went our separate ways.
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