Yesterday was the first day at my new job, and as far as first days go it wasn’t so bad. The managers and trainers that I’ve interacted with so far are pretty nice and the few people who I’ve had the pleasure of talking with aren’t so bad either. There are 84 people in my training class so that’s pretty much a guarantee that there would be no shortage in a variety of individuals and personalities. That being said 95% of the people were African-American and I’d say 85% of those were…..urban. I’m going to try to refrain from saying ghetto, but I’m not making any promises.
Prior to my start date I received and email from my recruiter detailing everything I needed to bring with me and also a brief paragraph explaining the dress code in regards to what is and isn’t acceptable. This isn’t my first rodeo so when I see the term “business casual” I already know what they are looking for. Now granted I’m not really sure what this means for women so much, but for men it mostly means no jeans, t-shirts of any kind, sneakers, flip-flops etc. I got there early so there weren’t very many people, but as the minutes passed more and more people started to file in. From what I could see most if not all were reasonably dress.
Then it happened.
In walked this guy that couldn’t have been more than 26 or 27, head held high and dignified wearing what seemed to be a freshly brushed tan velvet suit, blue silk shirt and tie and gators. At least I think they were gators. They could have been snake-skin for all I know, but it was still ostentatious none-the-less. I mean home boy was deck out. I’m all for looking dignified and professional, but there is such a thing as going overboard and that was a great example.
Not quite what he was wearing, but you get the idea. High Fashion.
Once that parade had made its way by, everything got reasonable quite, which is understandable since no one knew each other yet and the atmosphere was somewhat tense. A few minutes goes by before someones phone goes off breaking the silence. At least I thought it was, until it kept going and going and going. That’s when I realized that it was actually someones IPod that they had cranked to the max. How ghetto(I tried) is that? I don’t know about anyone else but I don’t want to hear your crappy rap music, not to mention that’s quite unprofessional.
Moving on.
Eventually we get into our training room, the day progresses and we come to a segment where we are required to participate in a computer chat room exercise. You may not quite grasp the severity of this situation so let me paint a picture for you. There are 84 people in my class, each of them have their own computer at their workstation, and we’re all supposed to engage in a group chat in an unsupervised chat room? Good idea.
It wasn’t so bad at first, but then the ghetto (fuck it) came out. I can’t quite describe what happened so I’ll provide a picture.
Good times.
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