I Don't Work Here
A couple of days ago I was staying at a hotel for a conference in a midwest city that I'd categorize as being pretty diverse and cosmopolitan. However, as I stood at a computer in a guest lounge while wearing my workout clothes and having a sheen a sweat on my face due to my recent treadmill run, one, no, two White older people one after the other (they seemed to be a couple) asked me there were cold drinks in the lounge. You know where this is going... Without giving her much of a glance, I said to her, "I don't work here. I'm a guest." Although she apologized quickly, I was annoyed. Then a moment later, a White older man (I think he was with the woman who just spoke to me) asked me the very same question. WTF. I mean it, I was seething and I said (again with more force), "I DON'T WORK HERE. I'M A GUEST." Most, I imagine, would say what's the big deal? Yet, the day in and day out of experiencing microagressions or more specifically micr...