Cast of characters:
DW: me, your pasty punk white chick
M: my black manager
T: black photo tech
K: black beauty advisor
SC: black customer
Note: Most of my coworkers and managers are black. My favorite manager is black. I am *not* a racist.
Time: a few weeks ago.
I'm doing some random work near my register SC stops me to ask if we have a certain item on sale.
I tell her I don't know but I'll check. So I go to my register to check the flyer. As I'm checking another customer comes up so I ring them up. While I'm ringing up that customer SC stops at the counter across from my register and checks out a stretchy wrist band with a watch on it. When I'm done ringing up my customer I call SC over to my register.
DW: *points to the flyer* Um, this item's on sale not <item you were looking for>.
SC: Oh. Ok. *turns to walk away*
DW: Ma'am, don't forget the watch. *point to her wrist*
SC: *cue CBF* I wouldn't steal this piece of crap. *angrily hands me the watch and leaves my register*
By this time there someone had come up behind her so I ring him up. As I'm finishing the transaction SC comes back to my register and tells me she wants to talk to me.
After the guy leaves she starts in on me.
SC: I'm so offended that you think I'd try to steal that dumb watch. You're racist. I bet you're conditioned to when you see a black face-
DW: No, ma'am. Some of my favorite coworkers are black.
SC: *dismissive sound* *continued ranting about how I'm racist*
DW: *starting to tear up I page the manager*
M: *walks up*
DW: *wordlessly points to SC* She said I'm racist.
M: *looks at me then addresses SC* Ma'am, she's not racist.
SC: How do you know her mind? *then makes a comment about me crying*
DW: *nearly sobbing* Ma'am, you insulted my integrity.
SC: *dismissive noise*
DW: *to M in tears* Can I go sit in the office?
M: Yeah.
I run to the office passing T and K.
T: Are you ok?
DW: No! *explains the situation through my tears*
I sit in the office for a few minutes.
After a few minutes T, K, and M all come to the office.
Apparently SC called M an "uncle Tom," K laughs at her bullshit, and T could tell something was wrong just by my voice on the intercom.
After a good cry we all have a laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
Tonight:
She came back. And when she saw I was cashier she stops K and asks her to ring her up. The whole time she acted like I didn't exist.
DW: me, your pasty punk white chick
M: my black manager
T: black photo tech
K: black beauty advisor
SC: black customer
Note: Most of my coworkers and managers are black. My favorite manager is black. I am *not* a racist.
Time: a few weeks ago.
I'm doing some random work near my register SC stops me to ask if we have a certain item on sale.
I tell her I don't know but I'll check. So I go to my register to check the flyer. As I'm checking another customer comes up so I ring them up. While I'm ringing up that customer SC stops at the counter across from my register and checks out a stretchy wrist band with a watch on it. When I'm done ringing up my customer I call SC over to my register.
DW: *points to the flyer* Um, this item's on sale not <item you were looking for>.
SC: Oh. Ok. *turns to walk away*
DW: Ma'am, don't forget the watch. *point to her wrist*
SC: *cue CBF* I wouldn't steal this piece of crap. *angrily hands me the watch and leaves my register*
By this time there someone had come up behind her so I ring him up. As I'm finishing the transaction SC comes back to my register and tells me she wants to talk to me.
After the guy leaves she starts in on me.
SC: I'm so offended that you think I'd try to steal that dumb watch. You're racist. I bet you're conditioned to when you see a black face-
DW: No, ma'am. Some of my favorite coworkers are black.
SC: *dismissive sound* *continued ranting about how I'm racist*
DW: *starting to tear up I page the manager*
M: *walks up*
DW: *wordlessly points to SC* She said I'm racist.
M: *looks at me then addresses SC* Ma'am, she's not racist.
SC: How do you know her mind? *then makes a comment about me crying*
DW: *nearly sobbing* Ma'am, you insulted my integrity.
SC: *dismissive noise*
DW: *to M in tears* Can I go sit in the office?
M: Yeah.
I run to the office passing T and K.
T: Are you ok?
DW: No! *explains the situation through my tears*
I sit in the office for a few minutes.
After a few minutes T, K, and M all come to the office.
Apparently SC called M an "uncle Tom," K laughs at her bullshit, and T could tell something was wrong just by my voice on the intercom.
After a good cry we all have a laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
Tonight:
She came back. And when she saw I was cashier she stops K and asks her to ring her up. The whole time she acted like I didn't exist.
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