Once Upon My Life

Ask me a question, or leave me a comment. Once upon my life, I interviewed for a job. Weeks later, Human Resources requested that I report to work. I settled into the position after a six-week training period. Several females gossiped more than worked. The manager whispered back and forth with them, poked fun at other employees. I just wanted to do my job and go home. "See and don't see 'em." An older female employee darted her eyes toward the manager's cubicle. Before long, the manager and her girls talked as they stabbed their eyes at me. I pretended not to see them, continued to work. "Her hair isn't all that." The dark skinned female kicked my chair. "Look at dat dress." The manager said. I blinked back tears, pushed my chair as close as possible to the desk. They walked away after having fun at my expense. Next, people began to stay clear of me, except my manager who tried to flirt. My "not interested" answer meant nothing. This wasn't the environment for me. I sent out over one-hundred resumes, and received back one over qualified reply. I was summoned to the Section Chief's office, and escorted out by security. Years later, I made it through the toil. However, I'm still unable to get a job in the city of my birth.