The other week, my supervisor came to my desk and told me, "That's why I hired you." "You're Filipino, right?" she asked. She hired me because of my color and how good that might look in the office. I work hard. I have great work ethics. I am loyal. I have experience. There are so many better reasons she should have hired me for besides my color.
A couple of days ago, I went to her office and told her about a computer problem. She went into the hall way and shouted "Our student workers are useless and don't know anything." She ignored me for the next two days. Today, she told me I was doing a great job.
My heart feels betrayed. My color?
last week, when I turned in my application as a student worker to the student employment office, the lady in charge and I talked briefly. Before I was about to leave she stopped me, "Are you sure you're allowed to work? Did you check that?" I looked at her, thinking I knew what she meant. "Yea, we made sure. The handbook says I can work 16 additional hours with the undergraduate assistanceship." She said, "No, are you sure you're legal to work since you're not a citizen?" My eyes widened, "I'm American." She double checked my forms. "I'm sorry I thought I saw it marked not USA citizen" my lips make a smile and I walk towards the door. My mouth makes a chuckle and words come out, "It's okay, you're not the first person to say that to me."
