Hijo de luna
Superstar
Why won't you kiss our asses
No surprises though. A black man in corporate is like trying to fit a square peg in a round hole. But not just that, when you're in the professional environment you'll notice they make sure you have a copy of that damn hierarchy chart to remind your ass A) where you stand, and B) whose ass you should be kissing.
Story time: 8 years ago, I'm a green recent grad, took me two years to finally land a job in Accounting. Very difficult field to get into, everybody wants 2-5 experience and a minimum of 3 certs. So I get my break, hired by this very successful, no nonsense type A personality, old ass Italian guy. He actually worked for Donald Trump and was a Project Manager for the Taj Mahal construction in the late 80's.
The guy was hard to work for, he had a short fuse. A few months into the job we're on a conference call, somewhat high level call with with CFOs and Managers, and he asks me a question. This particular question I didn't have an answer for. He was cool at the time. That day right when I was about to shut it down and take it to the house I get a call from him- he works of the New York office, I was in Memphis. With another senior manager on three way this dude flew off the handle. Dude was yelling so loud that the phone speakers was moving in and out like subwoofers. I couldn't get a word in. I was so mad I prolly would have killed ole boy if he was standing in front of me taking that shyt.
I decided that day fukk a hierarchy chart. We men first. I got a family to feed but shid we will be alright, trust. I'm not going to sit up here and whine about unfairness, its the white man's house he can do what ever he wants in it. I'm working on building my own. But until then, fukk these ppl mane.
No surprises though. A black man in corporate is like trying to fit a square peg in a round hole. But not just that, when you're in the professional environment you'll notice they make sure you have a copy of that damn hierarchy chart to remind your ass A) where you stand, and B) whose ass you should be kissing.
Story time: 8 years ago, I'm a green recent grad, took me two years to finally land a job in Accounting. Very difficult field to get into, everybody wants 2-5 experience and a minimum of 3 certs. So I get my break, hired by this very successful, no nonsense type A personality, old ass Italian guy. He actually worked for Donald Trump and was a Project Manager for the Taj Mahal construction in the late 80's.
The guy was hard to work for, he had a short fuse. A few months into the job we're on a conference call, somewhat high level call with with CFOs and Managers, and he asks me a question. This particular question I didn't have an answer for. He was cool at the time. That day right when I was about to shut it down and take it to the house I get a call from him- he works of the New York office, I was in Memphis. With another senior manager on three way this dude flew off the handle. Dude was yelling so loud that the phone speakers was moving in and out like subwoofers. I couldn't get a word in. I was so mad I prolly would have killed ole boy if he was standing in front of me taking that shyt.
I decided that day fukk a hierarchy chart. We men first. I got a family to feed but shid we will be alright, trust. I'm not going to sit up here and whine about unfairness, its the white man's house he can do what ever he wants in it. I'm working on building my own. But until then, fukk these ppl mane.
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