A Black Girl in a Corporate World

I know it's been a while. I was gone for a min now I'm back again. LOL.

Today God really tested my patience.

With work, as many working individuals know, you have to code switch as soon as you walk into the building. Being you're true self is a mistake that only rookies make. It's frowned upon and discouraged. "Corporate" America will eat you up and spit you out the moment you decide to be true to self and relax at the work place. You will be talked about, ostracized, and plotted on to get you out. There's something to be said about being different..you know..in the work place.  The way "Corporate" sees it is "you either fall in line...or you perish with the rest of them."
         
SN: You know...I really am trying my damnedest not to perish, but they really are pushing me.

The Story:
Ok so, I work at a desk with four seats however, there are only three people at this desk. I’m on one side and two older (prolly mid 40s) "corporate" women are sitting on the complete opposite side. I let them know that I was going to go to Starbucks downstairs to get my fix and come back. No problem so far. When I get back, I sit in my chair for a min, log on to my computer, and drink my tea. I call my mother to ask her if she would mind picking me up from work tonight.
     
SN: I'm working a special event tonight and it ends at 9:30pm. I should've drove, so I wouldn't have to catch the train so late, but I was rushing this morning and forgot. (Nobody's fault but
my own). There are a lot of creepers who ride the train that late. Plus, the trains run, like, hours (an exaggeration, but not by much) apart....

Anywho, while I’m on the phone one of the ladies (the more shy one)  interrupts my phone conversation to tell me that my supervisor called up to the desk and “specifically” asked me to separate a ball of chains while I was gone.

SN: These chain are the type of chains that dog tags come with. So you know if you put about 30 of those chains in a drawer they are bound to get very tangled....

So, you mean to tell me that although I was not presently at the desk when she called, she was on the phone speaking with you, plus knowing that there’s another able body to do it, and neither one of you are doing anything, she said “Hey when Dominique get’s back ask HER to separate the big ball of chains and send them to the other side??” Really? She specifically asked me to do it?? Like that’s my specialty or something, lls. I must have BOO-BOO the FOOL tattooed across the front of my very large forehead.

SN: Automatically, when she tells me this, I have a huge flash-back to my childhood.
My Grandmother lives on the 8th floor of an apt. complex in Harlem and my Aunt lives on the Main floor. My Nana would often times get on the phone and call downstairs for one of her grandchildren to bring her something, anything...lol..(sorry Nana) and the lucky person who picked up the phone would, 9 times out of 10, tell whoever else was there that Nana wanted them to do whatever it was that was asked of me. LOL @ our childhood games. So, I get it, I do...

I like to believe I'm an intelligent person soooooo.... I call over to the other, in need of chain,s desk to verify that they need chains and they don’t.  Next, I call my supervisor to verify that she specifically
asked for me and surprise, surprise she didn’t! She didn't even initiate the call. The other lady (the more vocal one) suggested that I do it while she was on the phone. My supervisor can sense that something is wrong so I tell her what's going on and reassure her that I have no problem untangling chains if necessary but don't try to play the situation. She said she understood but she didn't think she did it to be malicious. So, I asked "Then, why didn't she and the other lady sitting next to her do it themselves?".....

Don't worry, I'll wait...

She responded, "(chuckle) I don't know Dominique. But I know she didn't mean anything by it. She's not out to get you or anything...(True). I replied "ok."

So to recap all previous events...The boisterous lady calls my supervisor and request that "I" untagle chains for another desk that isn't in need of chains?

Like WTF!!!

SN: This definitely caught me off gaurd. Why would you go through all of that??? What was the point?What was it? Did you just want to watch the poor little black girl tediously and pointlessly pull apart all of the chains??? I’m just lost in the sauce with this one. These corporate folk here are always trying to push my buttons to see if I'll snap. But it won't happen. It can't. I have something way more powerful standing right beside me all day long and no weapon (person in this case) shall prosper!!!! But boy, my blood is boiling!
I’m Angie Stone right now.... sooo pissed off. SMH