About two weeks ago I decided to leave my shit job of waitressing. This weekend is my last week. It was weird because I began to hear things about me...that some people has an issue with me. So I asked my boss why because if there's a problem I want to improve on it. He NEVER answered my question. I began to feel so uncomfortable there that nobody could be honest with me that I gave my two weeks notice. He finally told me what it was.
Now let me state the town I live in is not my native home. I'm originally from the Philadelphia area of Pa. So to say the truth was shocking is an understatement. The place I work at is a small town. Everybody knows everybody...but I was a stranger to them not being from here. My look didn't help either. I know this sounds outrageous because it still boggles me, although I shouldn't be shocked. Don't bother looking for minorities in this town cause you won't find them. Town folks drop inappropriate sentiments towards just about anything or anyone strange to them while they proudly display their Confederate, and Nazi flags all over the place. I overheard one guy saying he was headed to Reading to shoot "N words" my jaw just DROPPED. These folks complained to my boss that I'm "Not one of them."
I have been really muddling over this for weeks. My father is Vietnamese, and my mom is Italian.My ethnic mix is very evident in my eyes, and black hair true...but I thought most of the world was over treating people like this.I admit I am very hurt, and angry that THIS was the reason why people hated me. I WAS doing my job, and my boss said I did my job well...but that those patrons would never accept me. I don't fault my boss at all because he stuck up for me on several occassions, but the damage has been done...and I will never be comfortable there again knowing the truth. So I opted to bounce out. My boss is hurting for hired help so at the very least I gave him two weeks to train somebody to take my place. I can do no more.
The truth is I don't apologize for who I am, or where I come from. I am as I was meant to be...and the real truth is that if for one second I EVER thought I'd become hateful viper like the ones that come to that restaurant I'd kill myself first. But it still stings to know that this kind of shit still happens these days, and that I had to leave my job because of it.
What would you feel if you were in my shoes?
Now let me state the town I live in is not my native home. I'm originally from the Philadelphia area of Pa. So to say the truth was shocking is an understatement. The place I work at is a small town. Everybody knows everybody...but I was a stranger to them not being from here. My look didn't help either. I know this sounds outrageous because it still boggles me, although I shouldn't be shocked. Don't bother looking for minorities in this town cause you won't find them. Town folks drop inappropriate sentiments towards just about anything or anyone strange to them while they proudly display their Confederate, and Nazi flags all over the place. I overheard one guy saying he was headed to Reading to shoot "N words" my jaw just DROPPED. These folks complained to my boss that I'm "Not one of them."
I have been really muddling over this for weeks. My father is Vietnamese, and my mom is Italian.My ethnic mix is very evident in my eyes, and black hair true...but I thought most of the world was over treating people like this.I admit I am very hurt, and angry that THIS was the reason why people hated me. I WAS doing my job, and my boss said I did my job well...but that those patrons would never accept me. I don't fault my boss at all because he stuck up for me on several occassions, but the damage has been done...and I will never be comfortable there again knowing the truth. So I opted to bounce out. My boss is hurting for hired help so at the very least I gave him two weeks to train somebody to take my place. I can do no more.
The truth is I don't apologize for who I am, or where I come from. I am as I was meant to be...and the real truth is that if for one second I EVER thought I'd become hateful viper like the ones that come to that restaurant I'd kill myself first. But it still stings to know that this kind of shit still happens these days, and that I had to leave my job because of it.
What would you feel if you were in my shoes?