It’s spring again, every body knows its spring again!
Hello everyone, have you missed me? Yeah right!
I know you all were cussing my name, “what kind of blogger
takes a hiatus in the middle of a blogger series?” Yeah, yours truly…but I’m back! Like Ike told Tina, “yeah Anna Mae, I’m back,
just as bold and black as ever!”
So, we left off with me
starting the wonderful PR job where our one and only client was ba, da, ba, ba,
ba….McDonald’s! Who would have guessed
that I would land such a job?!? Was it
luck? Was it my skillful and proven
interview skills? Was it part of God’s divine plan for me? Well, no matter the
reason I was placed in that PR office at that time. And let me forewarn you, it was an experience
like no other.
First, let me paint the
picture of the location of our office….on the campus of Under Armour! Yes, the rapidly growing athletic
company.
And for those of you who live
in Baltimore, you know that the HQ is right on the water at Tide Point. Needless to say, it was a nice set up.
Nicest
office location I had ever worked! Beautiful area to work, very
athletic, and super rich white folks straight out of Harvard, Virginia
Tech, Syracuse, Duke...all jogging around the campus in their perfect
bodies looking hot like Bradley Cooper!
Okay, so now you have that image, you know
what’s next? Yep, no people of
color. Therefore, I had to put on my fake white girl voice...“Oh my gosh, I’m totally fat,
I can’t believe I wear a size 4—working for McDonald’s will totally make
me a lard ass in a size 6!” Sike, chile please, black girls would be ready to
WorldStar Hiphop my ass for saying something like that.
Pause: What happen to society where we are quick to pull out our cell phones and take pictures or record fights, but don't wanna help or call someone to break it up? First thing, you see a fight, you immediately whip out your cell phone. C'mon people, we have to do better. When North Korea bombs us, don't pull out your phone to take pictures of it....RUN!!!! Oh and don't get it twisted, ya'll may wanna turn on CNN, North Korea is NOT playing right now. And what the hell is Dennis Rodman doing in North Korea anyway?
Obama...get your boy Dennis and make sure he don't say no dumb shit that will make Kim Jong Un bomb us any sooner than they're rhetoric is leading on to.
My first few months was all
about getting acclimated to the world of PR.
I must say, I am the type who thinks she knows EVERYTHING. I don’t think I’m super IQ, but I feel that
with my experience in so many industries, that I know a lot about a lot of
shit. But quickly, I was brought down to
reality and realized, I didn’t know shit, and totally took my college
experience for granted. Working in
agency life is like going to grad school except with mean white girls.
My job title was a Senior
Account Executive in an office with another Sr. Account Exec who started the agency a
little over a year prior to me. She was
the prototypical daddy’s girl! A 24 year old blond who at times was totally clueless about life, very spoiled, who
went to a big name school, and only had one job prior to the one at the agency,
but thought because she listened to Hip Hop and watched Real Housewives of Atlanta
thought she was “down”.
Next, was my director, the one who hired
me. She and I were the same age, but you
wouldn’t know it. Either I’m super
immature (well I can be), or she acts like a 50 year old. Either way, you would have never guessed we
were born in the same year. She was
married, two kids, husband, charmed life…but scared of her own shadow. Have you ever met someone who is scared of
EVERYTHING! She was scared of the
client, scared of food, scared of the city, scared of terrorist, scared of bugs, scared of waking up to face another day! And most
certainly, scared of black people. Don’t
get me wrong, she never came across as totally prejudice, racist, or anything, but
certainly my “black spidey senses” told me, “she don’t bang with black folks
and its not that she is racist, but I smell black fear. ” Yep, I grew up on Chuck D, I know what's up! It takes a NATION OF MILLIONS TO HOLD US BACK!!!
Moving on...
Then there was our boss, the deputy director
of our agency who was…..wait for it…African American!!! Okay wait…she was on
that Beyonce shit, you know where she claims to be French, Spanish, Native
American, and LAST, African American, but when she walks in a room everyone clearly
sees a black woman first. She was the type that in a room full of black folks she was black, loved Frankie Beverly and Maze and ate greens with ham hocks, but when we were around white people, she couldn't tell you the difference between Mary J. Blige and Keyshia Cole, and that is a BIG DIFFERENCE. Speaking of Keyshia, (as I shake my head), girlfriend, Beyonce did that on you, she told you to have several seats!!!!
I know that bi-racial people tend to say they have to embrace who they are, but what I don't like is the accommodating to who you're around. If you're mixed and identify with black, fine. If you're mixed but identify with your white culture, that is fine too. However, at the end of the day, be yourself! That was what I learned quick about my boss, she was not herself all of the time, however, I will give it
to her, she knew her PR! Nevertheless, I couldn’t wait
for her to take me under her wing and mold me.
Joke is on me, because she took 24 year old under her wing and looked at
me like a tar baby.
So, that was my office
dynamic! In the beginning, I was super
excited, I have a black, well partially black boss and in a job I've been dying to have. Until I actually started working,
and realized quick, 1. That black sista girl shit don’t always work with
bi-racial people, 2. White girls will make you look like shit to your bi-racial
boss if that means saving their ass. 3.
If the client loves you and not them, they will do what it takes to destroy
you. Okay, #3 was a stretch, but it was
certainly how I felt by the end of my adventures in the agency. Oh yes, this will be like a 3 part blog series because it gets real and I have battle wounds from working in that field.
So, when are you going to get
to the actual McDonald’s stuff? I will ….next
time. Hey, don't be cussing me under your breath, a sista got things she doing and going through....I'll be back, promise! :)
Next: When the client loves you, your co-workers hate you!
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