Getting a Job

The first thing I noticed is that getting a job is so much easier in the new America. I had a job interview today. Good thing it got scheduled for after the election.

I walked in and they showed me right to the office. No one asked me if I was in the right place, or if I was there to fix the copy machine. "You must be here for the interview, said the older white secretary who sat at the front desk. She showed me to a comfortable lounge full of couches where I read Fortune Magazine's article on the top 10 executives of the country. Six of them were people of color! She took my coat and brought me a cup of coffee. During the interview, one of the members of the interview team started to write my name down on the top of their notepad. I leaned in and began to spell it for him. He stopped me and said, "Oh, silly, of course I can spell your name! My son-in-law's name is Jamal."

They job search was supposed to last another two weeks but by the time I got home I had a message telling me I was hired.

"I know we said we wouldn't be calling for a while," the message said, "But we couldn't stand to see you go. You just seemed to be 'one of us', you know? It felt like you were already one of the family."