So, here I was; contemplating how I would carry myself into the Job1 center; and should I go in there yelling: "What's the matter; white men have too much supremacy to sweep trash off the street?!" or something -to make it about race is popular these days...
But the Job1 place had about 75 employees, most of them black women, and all of them present, in their uniforms of blue shirts; and earning, who knows how much in a city where the bus drivers pull in something like $25/hr., even the one white one...
But, I just got an email as friendly as the staff were...
I was multiplying $25/hr. by as many employees -split into stages; when you walk in there are people to run you through a metal detector; this tells me that the blue shirts are probably getting paid well, for some reason...
And then there were a whole bunch of them in cubicles behind computers or on phones to walk past to get to the ones that signed you in, before sending you upstairs to 4 more young ladies of color, God bless them, who registered you for the Mardi Gras parade cleanup "laborer" position...
And, I figured that, at one of the stages I had let down my guard and betrayed myself as multiplying their numbers by $25/hr...
I thought of how nice it is for there to be a lot of jobs that, if you didn't do them; nobody would notice. It would take probably 63 out of the 75 not doing anything before there was turmoil at the Job1 center...
But it looks like they are going to hire me; and this bodes well for racial harmony in New Orleans.
The security guy's might be sleep deprived and watching too much CNN and gun me down as soon as I went in their screaming: "What, am I too WHITE to push a broom?!" or whatever it was surely going to be..
Now I just have to get ready to bitch over who gets the rakes and who has to take a broom; the bastards, I can see it already..!
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