Party Up

Certain things just come naturally for me. People do things for me I say thank you, when I ask for things I say please. When I walk into a room full of people I speak. I say good morning/evening.Often you will find a smile on my face. That's just me, I'm not a frowner. I don't cause trouble, I'm not "catty". I don't buy into drama. I think I treat people fairly.

So anyway, the whole point of this post was to get off some steam because I was threatened with bodily harm this week and called a nigger.( Yes, to my face) Here I am doing my job and I have to put up with this. Okay, I know people can get heated when faced with certain situations. I understand that. But don't shoot the messenger. Especially when the messenger is me Me, who has been nothing but fair to you. Me,who has sat down and counseled you. Me,who has warned you numerous times. Me, who although I have never shown it, will become a damn fool and show you all kinds of ghetto if you put your hands on me. It was almost like an outer body experience for me. I'm not used to this shit,yeah I know some of these Caucasians I deal with may think it. They may even say it when I leave. But to say it tomy face? Then tell me that you will kick my ass? I felt like I was in a ROOTS episode.WTF??? All this southern hospitality is getting the best of me. I swear it took everything in me not to react.

In my line of work I come across so many different types of people.I don't give into the preconcieved notions some have. I give everyone a chance because I truly believe it's not where you have been but, where you are going, I only ask my people to challenge themselves. Most times, I am recieved warmly. But then there are those who just don't want anything more. They are content to stay where they are because it is all they have known. It kills me when they say," Well this is the ghetto." So many believe that because of their economic situation certain behavior is tolerated. Or even expected. Sometimes I just want to scream like Larry Fishburne at the end of School Daze, WAKE UP! Damn, it's 2007.

We didn't go to blows. Although it really seemed like she wanted to. I refused to go there. I refused to stoop to that level, not there on my job. Hell Naaaaw. All that talk and she never passed a lick. I think because my non-reaction to her words and behavior, really left her clueless. I remained the professional. But, I'd be lying if I didn't tell you that I was thinking..@5 p.m.'Meet me outside, Meet me outside, Meet me outside'!