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Ut oh. It's been a "hot minute".
Stuff and things over the past year and a half: Petco screwed me. New marvelous job in Center City. $$$$$$$$$$$. Many loves, only one stuck. Moved to King of Prussia and now I am domesticated. I swear I caught monogamy (sp?) from you people. My sister also popped out a kid. Hes the cutest thing on this planet. Seamus is growing up quick. He gets more handsome every time I see him.
Anyway, I need to vent. I, Michelle McCarron, was a victim of a hate crime. Sorta.
I work in a very urban section of Philly. Coming from a place like PETCO, customer service is and was a struggle. I'm all business, not verbal. Anyway, the past few months I've evolved into a verbally savvy, hilarious employee. My customers come in just to listen to me ramble on... it's fabulous. I've learned a lot about people, and embrace every woman (or male.. trust me) that walks into my store. I LOVE my customers.
The other day, I was on the El. Sunday buses run the worst schedules. Other than taking a bus, decided on the train. Here's the scenario: Bum on the train, preaching and asking for money. As he moves down the train, a small group of about 5 black girls shimmy on down towards me. As the train starts to clear out, lil' ole me is by my lonesome and these chicks start becoming loud and obnoxious. Out of no-where, I hear: "What do you call an elevator full of white people" (its actually a funny joke) "A box of crackers!"
I was also called a "saltine cracker". Personally, I like Ritz. But thats irrelavent.
My feelings were crushed. Such a simple word like that hurt. And I was pitied by every person on that train, although everyone kept their mouth shut. Racism will never be over in America. It's sad how the tables have turned. There is too much freedom of speech in this country. I told the story to my bus driver (Bruce.. who is also black) and he hears this all day, every day. Thankfully, my customers and a lot of society might think some things sometimes.. but at least show respect.
Happy Black History Month!
-Meesh
Stuff and things over the past year and a half: Petco screwed me. New marvelous job in Center City. $$$$$$$$$$$. Many loves, only one stuck. Moved to King of Prussia and now I am domesticated. I swear I caught monogamy (sp?) from you people. My sister also popped out a kid. Hes the cutest thing on this planet. Seamus is growing up quick. He gets more handsome every time I see him.
Anyway, I need to vent. I, Michelle McCarron, was a victim of a hate crime. Sorta.
I work in a very urban section of Philly. Coming from a place like PETCO, customer service is and was a struggle. I'm all business, not verbal. Anyway, the past few months I've evolved into a verbally savvy, hilarious employee. My customers come in just to listen to me ramble on... it's fabulous. I've learned a lot about people, and embrace every woman (or male.. trust me) that walks into my store. I LOVE my customers.
The other day, I was on the El. Sunday buses run the worst schedules. Other than taking a bus, decided on the train. Here's the scenario: Bum on the train, preaching and asking for money. As he moves down the train, a small group of about 5 black girls shimmy on down towards me. As the train starts to clear out, lil' ole me is by my lonesome and these chicks start becoming loud and obnoxious. Out of no-where, I hear: "What do you call an elevator full of white people" (its actually a funny joke) "A box of crackers!"
I was also called a "saltine cracker". Personally, I like Ritz. But thats irrelavent.
My feelings were crushed. Such a simple word like that hurt. And I was pitied by every person on that train, although everyone kept their mouth shut. Racism will never be over in America. It's sad how the tables have turned. There is too much freedom of speech in this country. I told the story to my bus driver (Bruce.. who is also black) and he hears this all day, every day. Thankfully, my customers and a lot of society might think some things sometimes.. but at least show respect.
Happy Black History Month!
-Meesh