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.

Act I

If this all go away it won’t bother me
I gotta tight group of friends that follow me
Trickle down in the corner with the fallen G’s, rise again in the heavens like there’s a lot for me…now
What the hell am I supposed to do
Skate past all the bull drinking mtn dew
Little things we got in common I’m building blocks with you
Why you tryna pull away am I wrong for you?

see…

I came damn near close
I’m so insane
I tried to calm down but I’m to broken, dang
Looking at an old picture with my eyes slayed
I’mma go back to reefer why should I care babe?
F*ck it all
Thats yo damn problem
Done this shit before now I’m cursing in the asylum
Going back to the reason why I chose a path
You took my course off now I’m stuck in the past….

(Act II Coming Soon…)