Yes, I had the misfortune of having one of the nursing staff doing this recently, so here's how I would have addressed it if I could have written a letter.
Dear Mr. Veteran Employee:
Yes, I am distinctly aware that you are a male and a minority here at the Hotel. I am also aware that you have many years of seniority. I think you have many good qualities, but one keeps rearing it's ugly head. You keep pulling the race card.
As a woman, you offend me because you think when I am not busy, I'm here to serve you. Well, guess what. I am not. As one famous singer said, "I'm not gonna spend my life being a color."
Since you are not wearing a patient armband, you are not entitled to free meals and beverages just because you figure you deserve them for your service. No, you sir, are an employee, and the cafeteria is that way. Open the wallet, remove cash and in exchange, they'll give you whatever you pay for. Novel concept, no?
Years of slavery did not cause the mess you, others and our management has got us into on the floor, in our local, state and federal governments or with your credit card statement. And please, when you're done trashing my sex, my job (because I make more than you since I bothered to get a degree), and the fact I buy "expensive" coffee, which I just so happen to share with you ('cause you're too cheap to buy any of your own coffee), please go and actually do your work.
Your female coworkers, sistahs and non-sistahs alike, will appreciate it.
Sincerely (only if you actually listen...),
RehabRN
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