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Having the balls to stand up.

Yeah, I do not mean me, because as of now I have yet to stand up and say an single word.

I wholeheartedly believe that I was discriminated against because of the color of my skin. I was a black girl who worked in a store that pretty much catered to people not of my skin tone. I never really paid much attention to it because I am not that way so I would never have looked for any signs of racism, however, I started to notice when my boss would walk by and say, “does any one have a gun” (a retail marking gun was the gun we used in the store and referred to it as a gun) and would then look at me and say “oh I don’t want to ask you if YOU have a gun! hahaha” things like this I did not find very funny. What I found even less funny was when she went to the extreme and called around for me so that she could tell me a very funny story which goes a little something like this; “I was talking to MB and she was telling me that there is a store in (___) that has the word NIGGER written on the nail bar with fingernail polish. They couldn’t even explain how long the word has been there. hahahaha” Yeah that’s not funny in the slightest bit, but of course I and a co-manager were the only ones there and I don’t know if the co-manager would even speak to this account. And you mean to tell me that a store in this chain has that word written in FINGER NAIL POLISH , which is easily removed, and you think it’s funny,? Even better you think it’s funny to tell me, the sole black employee that you think it’s funny? You should have been outraged, not tickled!

Those are just a tiny but of the oddities that I saw. There was also her complete and total refusal to train me to do my job in any sense. I had to figure it out on my own, yet I kept getting grief from upper-management a.k.a MB about my efficiency. What made matters worse is that towards the end of my stay in the nut house, I found out days before it happened, that I would be removed from my primary duties and someone else would be doing it. I didn’t find out from her, I found out from the one that would be taking my job. So get this, this replacement received full and complete training and help from everyone in the world, can you guess her skin tone? Not only was I being underhandedly replaced, the boss also refused to talk to me, she would go so far as to call other managers personal cell phones and have them relay messages to me. She would continuously schedule me with little or no assistance and give me crap when I complained about it. That i just a small sample of the crap I faced on a daily basis.

When enough became enough, I filed a complaint with EEOC to which I received a letter saying that they could not help, but… If you want to file suit you have 90 days. Where do I turn, who do I talk to about this? I have no clue! Today I called another agency that now has the joys of simply filing my case, nothing more, she said the same, if you want to sue, go for it. So now I have asked some of my ex-coworkers to write letters on my behalf and I hope they will. I will get this resolved, and I can’t understand why the company still keeps her around so the company is who I will sue. My friend is outraged by this as well and has decided to publicly invite all people of color and anyone else who cares to join in , on a shopping trip to this company. SShould be a blast, I will take pictures of my very first silent protest.

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  1. Nici Roberson
    July 30, 2012 at 6:26 pm

    I am so sorry this happened to you, & want you to know that not everyone will treat you like this in your place of work, their is cruel people in this world unfortunately but what makes us different as individuals is we have the right to stand up for what we believe in as you are.. my only idea to help is see if they are BBC credited and file a complaint in a different way to them. Big Hug

    • July 30, 2012 at 6:38 pm

      Thank you for your kind words. I have been in the working world for a very long time, I married a white guy and have three mixed children and I NEVER expected to feel like this in any workplace, I mean it’s 21st century for goodness sakes. I may try BBB thanks for your support.

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