Black Quota

So if you already couldn’t tell by how I formulate my post, I’m black. I consider myself black because well, I got a big afro and look black, but thats besides the point. Being brown in this world has its perks like scholarships and the ability to put words together poetically. There is also a downside to having dark skin though and we all know what that is; racism.

As I have stated many times before in other post I have made on this little webpage I call home, I work at UPS. I’ve referred to the place as under paid slaves and… well thats it (LOL). There have been times where I have really hated my job because of other employees or management, but now I feel like it has taken a turn for the worse.

So what can possibly go wrong inside of a facility that is easily be compared to high school? They want my to join the Dark Side of the force (Yes I know, this isn’t Star Wars but it sounded cool right?). Anyways, I’ve managed to show upper management good quality potential to become a supervisor, something I have mentioned before and now they are relentlessly attacking me to join them. Now I know you’re wondering, “Why are you trippen, you’re getting a promotion at work!.” Yes that is true but I REEEAAALLLYYY don’t want to take up on this off right now.

I’ve looked at this opportunity from every angle.

Angle Number 1. If I go through with everything and become a supervisor I will get better pay, go from laborious work to mental work, and get to go into a nice cool office after the sort and bullshit with the rest of the sups (supervisor for short).

Angle Number 2. With me leaving Posi 3, I am allowing everyone to move up one in seniority.

Angle Number 3. Daimont can be Erics new deice partner and the deice crew will have yet another black guy and white dude driving a big truck causing mayhem out on the ramps.

Angle Number 4. I’m not going to like being in management because damn near all of the supervisors are a bunch of weirdos and now I get shitted on more because I’m closer to the “TOP DOGS.”

Angle Number 5. The way I see things is that, once I become a sup, they’re going to be like “Hey welcome aboard, heres a bunch of problems, fix them.”

Angle Number 6. Management finally can get the best of both worlds, a black guy to reach the quota and one who is not dumb like that bald headed nigga Lavaskey.

Angle Number 7. Go back and read number 4.

Leaving you with that last angle, I don’t want to get any closer to management than I already am. Right now the only person I have to deal with is my part time sup, which they constantly change. The only time I ever see those old heads in the office is when a truck is getting demolished or one of the areas are acting like they don’t know what they’re doing. The less I can see my manager and full timer, the more happier I am. I mean, who really wants someone who has dominion over you there by them all the time?

Also going back to angle number 6, my management team at UPS is trying to reach the black quota. I know they are, its not like they can hide that shit from me. I know they know I’m not stupid. Every time I look in the office I literally see 3 black people. Its always been 3 or 4. Adding me to there team of conformed supervisors would make them look good because now they’re more “diverse.” I see nothing wrong with what they are doing but at the same time they’re being so persistent with getting me to join them.

What makes things worse is that I can’t argue with them because everything I throw at them these people have a counter argument. At this point I don’t know what to do. I thought about just going into a full on nigga mode on them but they would really tarnish my image. I have got to figure out something fast.

I do aspire to be a sup someday but right now I just DO not want to take up on the offer. I simply don’t want it. If I can make these old heads understand that then I’ll be a happy camper.

The struggles of being black.

My Job

So for the past year and a half I’ve been working at this place called UPS.

Yes you all have heard of this place and know that little catch phrase “What can brown do for you?” Do you wanna know what brown has done for me? Stick a pipe up my butt and said “here’s your paycheck for the week”, which is less than $200. Now you may wonder why I’m still here, well thet’re paying for my schooling and well its money. They start you off at a fairly good amount and the raises isn’t much but it gets me by.

Lately my job is just being a pain in the arse. See last year in July I got transferred to night shift so UPS can start paying for my education, cus you know, that’s what they do. With that I got moved to the North Core, Thumb. I got a new supervisor and a bunch of new faces for me to familiarize myself with. Everything was good except for the stupid white guy who was a parole officer (Gosh I hated him!). Things all turned around when I got moved to a new truck and started making friends, my supervisor was becoming a dick and…well that was all.

The man who we call Jesse is my supervisor, he’s fairly new to the whole supervisor thing and has a bad habit of making stupid decisions. There was a point where I would argue with this man just for kicks and watch him struggle for comebacks and answers. Months of this mans madness escalated when we got a new full time supervisor named Donella, who thought that she could use here degree in Psychology or whatever it was to play with our minds and turn our good friend Quinten into our enemy. She tried that mind crap on me one day while it was peak week. I was complaining to my supervisor about how I didn’t like loading this Ohio truck because it would get slammed with tons of boxes. She overheard our conversation and questioned what I was complaining about, I told her my problem then she said “Oh well don’t worry because at the first of the year I’m going to put y’alls names in a hat and make new posi’s. That right there made me mad and had me ranting to the other employees about Donellas plans. She later found out how upset I was about her idea and began to play her mind games.

She approached me while I was busting my arse and asked me why did I do it? At first I was confused at the question she asked me but than I realized she was talking about my hair. I recently gotten a hair cut, I was rocking an afro before than. She asked again why I did it and I told her that I always do it, than she started rambling on about some meaningless bullshit then wants to question me about a drastic change in life. Since I knew that she was trying to play her mind games I played back with telling her a drastic change in life is DEATH, which it truly is. Apparently death in her head isn’t drastic which pissed me off because the death of a loved one will change someones life. I was getting ready to argue with her but a supervisor from the unload pulled her away for questions. At that very moment I was briskly walking away and headed toward the other trucks with my co-workers in them ready to rant about my interaction with the devil.

Donellas madness soon ended at the beginning of the new year, by then we got a new full time supervisor and a new manager, both of which are very relaxed and subtle.

My time at UPS has been one heck of a time. Getting switched to night shift and working with the graves men is really something else. I’m beginning to think that UPS is really hell tho. There’s so much hate and evil that is inside that place. I here ample amounts of stories about asshole supervisors, transvestites  dope heads, crack heads, parole officers, crazy people and so much more.

This is only the beginning, there is much more for me to see and experience and my blog will be the first to here the wacko stories.

Until next time.