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Alternate take: I fucking love working for Indian people. I’m an event organizer, and do a lot of Indian events. The trick is remembering that they’re all used to being the smartest person in the room; If they’re outside of India, it’s usually because they’re a doctor, lawyer, engineer, etc… So they tend to keep that same “I know best” attitude, even when they don’t have a fucking clue what they’re doing.

In my case, that’s organizing events. When I work with them, it’s usually the biggest event they’ll host, outside of a wedding. They’ll often have a very detail-oriented mindset towards organizing their events, which can be both a blessing and a curse. They’ll often fall into the trap of focusing on small details that the guests won’t even notice, (they’ll bust out a measuring tape and scoot decorations around, a half centimeter at a time to be sure they’re perfectly symmetrical across the room,) while totally neglecting bigger things that aren’t even on their radar because they don’t organize events professionally.

If you’re able to get them to trust that you know what you’re talking about, they’ll relax and let you actually do your job. They’re extremely kind and generous once they relax. Have I had bad experiences? Sure. But I’ve had Karen’s from every background. And a lot of those bad experiences were due to culture clash; Once I did enough Indian events, I learned how to adapt my workflow to help make them more comfortable, and to head off some of the more prominent issues.

And the food at their events is always amazing. I actually have leftovers from an Indian event in my fridge right now.