Racism within My Own Job I had went in for an interview at the Texas Roadhouse in Aberdeen, NC. I was standing outside with two other people one male and one female. The male was wearing khaki pants, a white buttoned down collared shirt, and spares. After five minutes of standing there, I had recognized him, it was Conley from my science class. A few minutes later the female that was wearing denims, Ugg boots, and a white Aeropostale blouse; had left. About thirty minutes later a lady in a crisp obscure shirt that read, “I Love My Job” on the back, dark blue pants, murky crocs, and a dark red waitress sash; had arrived with four cups of Starbucks coffee in her hand and rang the doorbell . Shortly after this lady in a dark collared t-shirt medium colored blue jeans, brown belt, and black and white converse like shoes had come to open the door and told us to come in and sit down. The booth that we had sat at was already prepared with appetizer plates, rolled utensils, a bucket of peanuts, and lunch/dinner menus. We sat there for roughly five minutes, before a woman in a lavender top and a black pants, had arrived at …show more content…
I was the last one to get interviewed, when I sat down at the table across from her she said to me “With the recommendation that Brittany had given me about you, I am already going to hire you, but I just wanted to interview you as well.” After the interview I was told to come back the following day for orientation and on