The Other Side of the Game
Remember when I was glowing about the story I wrote for this local magazine? The two glossy, full pages with nothing but my words sprinkled on them? Yeah, that one. After contacting the editors about my dough, I was told the checks would be distributed on the 31st of July and my name was just added to the list. Ok, great.
August 1, 2, 3, 4 fly by and the mailbox is still checkless. Beauceup sales paper, but no check. Did someones steal it out of my janky-lock mailbox? I doubt. I proceed to call the admin office back to speak to the "check-cutter" and he sounds about as clueless as they come.
"Uhhhh, let me seeee......I think she sent me an email the other day....hold on."
WTH? I should have gotten my money the other day. There was no sense of urgency (like it would be), just a blatant lack of concern. Eventually, he found my information and said the check would be sent the next day. I'm checking that mailbox today and if it's empty, they'll find me at their front door.
And you know I'm serious.
On to the next.....
I love my job. I work with and meet all kinds of people teaching my classes. From 6 figures to minimum wage. High rises to public housing. The job does not discriminate. Bottom line: everyone faces financial problems, no matter what they do, where they live, etc. Sometimes people can't help the choices that they have to make. But the key is to better yourself and clean up the mistakes you made.
Try explaining that to some of my co-workers though. Those who just don't understand the dynamics of poverty or persons who live in public housing or Section 8. Who are we to judge a person because of their situation? And who are we to assume a person's situation and mindset just because of their color?
I get so tired of some ppl who shall remain nameless having pity on "poor Black people." Looking at them in disgust and thinking that they are less than everyone else. That they aren't as smart as anyone else, so my classes "may have to be dumbed down."
Some days it's more than I can take. I cannot "teach" my co-workers to understand what they have never seen or experienced. It's true ignorance, which isn't a terrible thing. Yet, sometimes it really sad.