Ballad of Fallen Angels (Rain)
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wolven7So, that shit i had to take care of... It was checking B&N to see if i got a job. They are "in the process of contacting applicants, and taking interviews, so, most likely, if you filled out an application, you'll be called." Huzzah. It started raining, on the way back... Yeah, that's another plus, about the bookstore, if i get it, it's right down the street. So that's a plus. Got a cigarette, from someone, on the way out of the mall. She said "It's a Marlboro UltraLight, but you're welcome to it." That's some pretty odd courtesy, for handing someone something that may give them cancer... Smokers can be some of the most cordial people.
So, i walked, in the rain, and smoked. I dressed nicely, for this, too, on the Off chance that i would see a manager. Green button-down shirt, black Epidemic slacks, not the boots. I need Nice Formal Boots, that i can wear to interviews. And, of course my trench. Because i don't give a god damn who think you are, but a tall man, in a long leather trench, dressed for business is going to make an impression. Now, as i've said, i really want this book store job. It's more a matter of principle, than anything else. I've never had one. I want one. It's something that i think i would enjoy. I may be wrong, but i'd like to at least Try. So, apparently, There are "Rules" to play, according to my mother.
There are no "Rules," in this society. There are arbitrary restrictions, as dictated by social moors of the day. If i am wearing a ripped white shirt, jeans, and converse, that does not make me any LESS qualified, than if i were wearing a Suit. People judge, based upon what they see-- damnedly visual species-- and, quite honestly, that causes a Lot of problems. Racial Profiling, and elitism. I honestly Don't know what it is that stops me, getting jobs; there are many possibilities, but If it's a matter of Dress, then i have even less love and hope for this culture than usual. Person should be judged by their Merits. Not clothes, race, religion, anything else. Merits. Ability to Get The Job Done. And, no, i'm not pulling a "race" card. I fucking HATE the Race card. That's why affirmative action gets on my last damned nerve. And "Black History MONTH." A fucking MONTH?! Whopdy DO! Fucking integration was decades ago, but i guess all it did was integrate places. Not mental states...</ tangent>
Anyway. I want the job. I want A job. But i want it based on my skill, and what i'd Like to do. Not based on how i look. Presentation is nice. But if the food sucks, what's the point?
So, i walked, in the rain, and smoked. I dressed nicely, for this, too, on the Off chance that i would see a manager. Green button-down shirt, black Epidemic slacks, not the boots. I need Nice Formal Boots, that i can wear to interviews. And, of course my trench. Because i don't give a god damn who think you are, but a tall man, in a long leather trench, dressed for business is going to make an impression. Now, as i've said, i really want this book store job. It's more a matter of principle, than anything else. I've never had one. I want one. It's something that i think i would enjoy. I may be wrong, but i'd like to at least Try. So, apparently, There are "Rules" to play, according to my mother.
There are no "Rules," in this society. There are arbitrary restrictions, as dictated by social moors of the day. If i am wearing a ripped white shirt, jeans, and converse, that does not make me any LESS qualified, than if i were wearing a Suit. People judge, based upon what they see-- damnedly visual species-- and, quite honestly, that causes a Lot of problems. Racial Profiling, and elitism. I honestly Don't know what it is that stops me, getting jobs; there are many possibilities, but If it's a matter of Dress, then i have even less love and hope for this culture than usual. Person should be judged by their Merits. Not clothes, race, religion, anything else. Merits. Ability to Get The Job Done. And, no, i'm not pulling a "race" card. I fucking HATE the Race card. That's why affirmative action gets on my last damned nerve. And "Black History MONTH." A fucking MONTH?! Whopdy DO! Fucking integration was decades ago, but i guess all it did was integrate places. Not mental states...</ tangent>
Anyway. I want the job. I want A job. But i want it based on my skill, and what i'd Like to do. Not based on how i look. Presentation is nice. But if the food sucks, what's the point?
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Date: 2003-06-03 10:42 pm (UTC)This is part of why I write books.
Date: 2003-06-14 09:09 pm (UTC)The world's first Atheist didn't say "God's not there because if he were there he'd be black." Instead, he said, "God's not there because if he were I'd have to deal with some Very Difficult Questions relating to the fact that I don't much like his Work."
There is a certain illogical fairness, in that...