Dismissed for asking questions

June 19, 2014

Renee Souleret describes how her work was undervalued, leading to her being fired, in an edited version of an article from the blog TheSignLanguageInterpreter.com,

I AM in my 30th year as a sign language interpreter. What I do is bridge the communication gap between a Deaf person and a hearing person. I interpret for Deaf people in all walks of life and in all sorts of situations, from good to horrible: helping people help themselves in legal, medical and educational arenas; for emotional, life-and-death and deeply personal issues; and in communicating with family, friends, neighbors and schools.

For the last 10 years, I have worked in the video relay service (VRS) industry (funded by the Federal Communications Commission). In VRS, interpreters (known as "VIs"--video interpreters) are connected to a Deaf person through videophone and wear a headset to interpret calls between a person who uses sign language to communicate and a hearing person.

I loved the work for many reasons, except for one thing: the VRS industry is watering down the interpreting role/profession by putting the emphasis on customer service and treating us as such, not as the professionals that we are.

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Because the burnout rate in customer service is fairly high, I was always looking for ways to boost morale at work. When my regional director asked me to be in charge of the craft table, I accepted with no hesitation. I had been feeling that our center needed the "VI handprint." I mentioned that a few times to management. So being in charge of a "craft table" at work was going to be a great venue for helping to boost morale.

One of the projects I undertook was to create a photo wall. I titled the wall: "The Nicest Thing a Caller Ever Said to Me." I took pictures of our staff, posted their pictures on cards. I asked them write on their cards the nicest thing a caller ever told them. There were so many great comments!

One day, when a coworker was getting down on herself, I said to her, "Hey, hey! What does your card say on the wall?" She stopped for a second and told me what the compliment was on her card. I looked at her and I said, "And that's what you carry with you today. Keep that in your mind."

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VRS is such challenging and draining work. I was looking for a way to have something serve as a reminder that even when times feel tough, we are tougher.

I believed I was a good influence at work. I was led to believe my contribution to the workplace was a positive one. My regional director told me on two separate occasions that I was an informal leader. He said it with a smile, so I assumed it was a compliment. I felt comfortable in my role at work.

And then one day, the regional director called me into a meeting. Said I had been observed making some comments that affected people's ability to feel safe at work.

Huh?! I was suspended and later terminated for "creating a hostile work environment." (Insert jaw hitting the floor here.)


MY COMMENTS were: "If people continue to log in at 90 percent or higher for long shifts...that will cause the company to raise the bar!" We had people logging in at 94 percent of the time for a 10-hour shift, 97 percent for an 8-hour shift, etc. In that meeting with HR and my regional director, I expressed to them that my comments were based on my own fear.

I was afraid for my own health and my own inability to keep up with the "90 percenters," should the company see a trend and decide to raise the bar again.

My fear of the company raising the bar was based on my inability to keep up with those who were staying logged in for more than 90 percent of the time. I made my concerns known to my regional director and my supervisor. I e-mailed, asking how staying logged in 94 percent for a 10-hour shift was conducive to the health and well-being of the interpreter? If those were considered "hostile" comments, wouldn't he have at least responded to the e-mail? (I never got a response to that question.)

I was not hiding my concern. If they knew what my concern was, why did they not tell me this was something I needed to keep off the floor? Or out of the break room? Why wasn't I talked to?

Instead, someone overheard my conversation and reported that they were afraid to do their job. Someone reported that they felt "unsafe." When HR told me that I made someone feel "unsafe," I broke down in tears. I loved everyone there. It broke my heart to know I made someone feel unsafe.

I have no legal claim against the company. This is an "at-will" state. They could have fired me for any reason. If they didn't like the way my perfume smelled, they could have let me go.

They did, however, offer me $10,000. I was offered that money by my recent employer to NOT tell you about my experience with them working as a sign-language interpreter. But I'm going to tell you anyway! To hell with "hush money"! I was fired by a major Video Relay Service for trying to help my coworkers; for trying to oppose abusive employment practices; and, ultimately, I believe, for arguing in favor of a union organizing effort (an effort I initially opposed when I still trusted my employer).

Nah. It is more important for me to let my fellow interpreters know what can happen without protection.


SPEAKING OF protection:

In 2012, the union was trying to get organized and set up in Long Beach. I am the employee who walked around with a petition to keep the union from coming in. I was the employee who wanted to give the company six months, as asked. We were asked to give the company six months for them to make a good-faith effort.

(Public disclaimer: I sincerely regret passing the petition around to keep the union out. It has been one of my biggest mistakes in life.)

In that six-plus months, we had our texting from the floor privilege taken away. We were no longer allowed to eat or store food on the floor. We were told we couldn't even have a protein bar in our purse. (Seriously!). We were told only active teaming was allowed. Meaning, when we teamed and had to run to the bathroom, we had to log out. (And literally run to the bathroom).

They were becoming very strict. All of our flexibility was being stripped away little by little. We could not listen to music on the floor--however, management could play music. We were told in March 2013 we would finally get Internet in our stations. (That didn't happen until May 2014). There was a "green line" implemented; meaning, if we did not hit a percentage that was above company expectations, we fell below a green line. It was very discouraging, when I exceeded company expectations, to be below a green line and not make it into the "safe zone." It's all about the numbers.

I was becoming more and more discouraged by the day.


AM I going to sit here and say "I miss my job"? Uh...no. Because I don't. And I see now that God has done for me what I wouldn't do for myself. I was not happy and asked myself quite frequently, "Why am I here?" The universe heard me and cleared a path for me. It did not happen exactly the way I wanted it to happen....but a path was cleared.

I wish management had sat me down and said "Look, we recognize everything you've done and everything you've given to this company but you don't seem happy here. And we only want happy people working for us. Maybe it's time to part ways?" Not: "You've created a hostile work environment. We are putting you on administrative leave without pay, your e-mail has been shut down, and your key card is deactivated. We would like you to gather your things and leave the premises. You will not be allowed back in the center."

My world started to tilt at that moment. Wow. Had I scared someone that much with my comment?

I left the center without speaking to anyone. I drove about a block and had to pull over in a residential neighborhood. I sat there for three hours. Crying.

The next day, I began freelancing. I put myself back out in the community, and even by the very next day, I knew this would be a blessing in disguise. Thank God my reputation in the community speaks loudly for me. Thank God people know me and do not believe for one second the alleged environment they said I was creating. People from work reached out to me. Texts, e-mails, phone calls. They couldn't and wouldn't believe it either.

So there is my story. If you are working for a non-union center, get unionized. Otherwise, you are NOT protected at all. And you could end up like me: a loyal employee who was kicked to the curb in the matter of one day. I felt like one day I was loved, and the next day I was not.

At first, I was against forming a union, because I believed my employer's promises to me, that they would be considerate and fair if given a chance. I liked them, I trusted them, and had faith in them.

The allegations against me were that I created a "hostile work environment." When I went into that final meeting with my supervisor, my regional director, and HR, it was three against one. I had never felt so scared in all the years I've worked for this company. (Six years).

I was not offered an opportunity to have one of my peers with me for support. Or a witness. I was unprepared and did not know I needed a notepad. I did not know I was walking into a situation where I would be having to defend myself.

The meeting took about 30 minutes? I'm not sure. It was not long. The saying that goes, "One sentence can change the course of your life" is very much true. For me, that sentence would have been, "Renee, we have HR on the phone here."

That sentence made my heart drop. I could not even fathom why HR would want to talk to me. I was in complete denial of anything. Up until the day I was fired (four days later) I believed they would see that I was good for the center. Up until the last moment, I believed my regional director would say, "Look. These comments just can't be made okay?"

There I go, always believing in them.

Instead, he told me that the company couldn't move past the comments I had made. That was another moment my world started to tilt.

We are a valued commodity in the interpreting community. However, the VRS industry is truly watering down our profession by taking us backwards 20 OR 30 years. When I first started out interpreting, I took the all-day assignments alone. I crossed boundaries. I was a "helper," taking away the power of the deaf person. Those are mistakes I made when I first started out and, over the course of 30 years, our profession has evolved immensely. VRS is asking us to do that again by putting a huge emphasis on customer service.

There is nothing more powerful than collective bargaining. Nothing.

Without the protection of some type of collective bargaining, the company can do whatever they want. They have been quoted as saying there is a "process" in place--that an interpreter will not be surprised when a termination occurs. That there is a coaching, and a verbal, written, and final process in place.

I disagree with that. While my comments apparently made someone feel "uncomfortable" to do their job, I do not think it put anyone's safety at risk, and my termination was sudden and unexpected. There was no process in place for me when it came to another person's feelings.

Again, there is nothing more powerful than collective bargaining.

To answer that question, "Why aren't you off to greener pastures?" I think that maybe this is my "greener pasture." I have never felt as protective over fellow interpreters as I do now. This is an area I want to see changed. I don't want my profession to be watered down and unhealthy. Thank you, former employer, for inadvertently showing me where my passion is.

This is not about me versus the company that fired me. This is about the sign language interpreting profession versus the VRS industry. Let's roll up our sleeves. And take back our profession--the profession we worked hard to get.

First published at The Sign Language Interpreter.

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