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March 13, 2004

I Want a Picasso

It's for sure now. The Upscale Apparel Store holds nothing more than a racist bunch of prissy women who are too dainty to get themselves mixed up with the likes of me.

What cinched the racism deal was what I happened to overhear in class last Thursday. Some girl in Comparative Studies just happened to mention that she'd just got a job at The Upscale Apparel Store, too... But get this, it was in the exact same mall I've been going to for weeks. The same one! It didn't take much longer for me to finally add two and two together. Come on, now. It does not take a month and a half (Make that close to three months if you're going to count my first attempts back in December) to determine whether or not you're going to hire someone. I don't care if you've "changed the hiring process" or not. The whole thing is screwed over.

I can't say I'm surprised. I mean, this kind of thing goes on all the time... It's just not as obvious anymore. But what makes me mad isn't the fact that they're racists, it's the fact that they think I'm going to back down and disappear after their promises to call me back. They seem to believe that if they shower me with vagueness and act nice to my face, it will somehow cover up the fact that they don't want me there.

They want me to be passive. But someone should've warned these Barbies, because I'm not playing the passive game anymore. I don't get what I want because I happen to sit on my ass all day long. I've earned almost everything I've ever wanted. They can't tell me that I'm underqualified for this job. Last time I checked, I didn't need a degree to help me fold clothes or deal with bitchy customers. If anything, I should be overqualified, I've got retail experience up the wazoo. And I'm certainly intelligent enough... Hell, any circus monkey could do the same job with the same amount of precision.

I just want a chance.

posted at 11:29 a.m.