It’s also easy to use on your phone — not so different from sending a text — and perhaps because of that ease, or because of the bright Silicon Valley affect it shares with services like Facebook and Instagram (Slack’s headquarters are in San Francisco), it tends to foster a dashed-off, emoji-laced vernacular. Such was the case in Laura’s office, where the salespeople, who are generally more senior, use Slack less than the account managers, who are generally more junior.
One day last summer, a saleswoman was looking for a conversation she’d had with an account manager, so she typed her own name in Slack’s search bar.
One foot after the other leads them closer to sound proof walls.
Late at night, I wished I could talk to someone who might understand my questions and respond with compassion. I felt so ashamed when I faced friends who knew us as a couple. Perhaps I would remain silent; I didn’t have to share my pain.
Stephanie Renae Johnson is a feminist, writer, and artist.
She is currently pursuing her Masters in Writing at Lenior-Rhyne University and works as a freelance writer, editor, and personal artist’s assistant.
“There was some borderline racist stuff,” she remembers.
And, “people were getting called ‘dumb sluts’ left and right.” At first, as salespeople started reading, the talk continued, but then the account managers noticed who was joining and began to flee.