So, my new job is going well. (Thank you for asking.)
But I've already run into a problem child. We'll call her Fiorella (because that's what her momma'nem named her). She is an intern for the summer in my office. I didn't hire her ass, but I might be the one to fire her, but more on that lately.
Now, everyone who comes into our office has the same reason to me: intense aversion and shock at the fact the a young Black man is running the office.
Yes, I am the H.N.I.C.
One of my underlings introduces this little flower to me on Friday. She was like, "I already know him." Oh, yeah, and she it with disdain in her voice.
So, I was like, "No, you didn't. It's nice to meet you."
And she was like, "Oh, yes, I have!"
"Yes, I have!"
"Look, girl, we have never met before today, but I am not going to argue with you. Nice to meet you." I force a smile through my teef.
She gave me a hard side-eye and said, "Whatever. You met me."
I was pissed. Now, let me tell you something, America: I never forget a face, no matter how wonky. And because we are the ONLY two Negroids in the office, I definitely would have remembered meeting her.
However, the real problem was her stank attitude. Something tells me that if I had been White, the whole meeting would have been different because ever as people of colour, we aren't reared to understand that other young Black people can be in charge. I'm a grown man and her supervisor's supervisor's supervisor. Oh, hell, naw! That bitch must not know 'bout me.
So, I hope that there is an opening in one of your offices; I know someone who will be out of a job come Monday.