Intro Ambiguously-Gay-Friend
Scene: Work.
Boyfriend & Ambiguously-Gay-Friend are visiting while we have our Thanksgiving dinner. Ambiguously-Gay-Friend sets my computer to play one of the millions of James Brown songs saved on the harddrive.
THE BOSS: Is that James?!
Ambiguously-Gay-Friend: (Dancing. Doesn't answer.)
THE BOSS: Hey, (Insert only other black women on our shift's name)! Come over here!
Other Woman: (Comes around the corner.) Is that James Brown? (She stares at the skinny white figure of Ambiguously-Gay-Friend shaking his ass to the James.)
THE BOSS: Shit! I've never met a white boy that knows James! You just went up in my book, baby.
Other Woman: Mine too.
Me: What the hell!
THE BOSS: (Looking innocent.) What?
Me: I've been listening to James Brown for years and I've never gone up in your book for knowing every one of his songs!
THE BOSS: (Looking confused now.) Huh?
Me: I'm a white girl and I listen to James all the time!
THE BOSS: Well...yeah. But you're not really white.
Me: Seriously?
THE BOSS: Yeah. You're blackanese.
Me: ....oh.
Prologue: That I am Blackanese is a joke around the office. There are very few non-minorities working for the city and I am Japanese and Welsh. Technically, a minority (Especially when it comes to scholarships. Affirmative action, baby.). I am in no way black but have been adopted into the large group of black women who work with me like some sort of feral child found in the woods, slowly becoming one of their own.
Boyfriend & Ambiguously-Gay-Friend are visiting while we have our Thanksgiving dinner. Ambiguously-Gay-Friend sets my computer to play one of the millions of James Brown songs saved on the harddrive.
THE BOSS: Is that James?!
Ambiguously-Gay-Friend: (Dancing. Doesn't answer.)
THE BOSS: Hey, (Insert only other black women on our shift's name)! Come over here!
Other Woman: (Comes around the corner.) Is that James Brown? (She stares at the skinny white figure of Ambiguously-Gay-Friend shaking his ass to the James.)
THE BOSS: Shit! I've never met a white boy that knows James! You just went up in my book, baby.
Other Woman: Mine too.
Me: What the hell!
THE BOSS: (Looking innocent.) What?
Me: I've been listening to James Brown for years and I've never gone up in your book for knowing every one of his songs!
THE BOSS: (Looking confused now.) Huh?
Me: I'm a white girl and I listen to James all the time!
THE BOSS: Well...yeah. But you're not really white.
Me: Seriously?
THE BOSS: Yeah. You're blackanese.
Me: ....oh.
Prologue: That I am Blackanese is a joke around the office. There are very few non-minorities working for the city and I am Japanese and Welsh. Technically, a minority (Especially when it comes to scholarships. Affirmative action, baby.). I am in no way black but have been adopted into the large group of black women who work with me like some sort of feral child found in the woods, slowly becoming one of their own.
Labels: The Boyfriend (duh Duh DUH), Workin' Hard or Hardly Workin'?
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