People Used to Misjudge Me Because of My African Dressing Style. Did you ever feel yourself out of place just because you dressed differently? For example you drew the attention of other because you wore majesty African Gandura or Boubou, while around you they were in smoking or regular jeans and shirt. That was the feeling of my first week in United States of America (U.S). I understand why people are skeptical in front of anyone who looks different, but things become hard when they react to let you know it. My first week, things began in my building when a young woman decided to skip the elevator I was in, even though she had been waiting for it. Next, I had to face the reaction of people outside, and to understand the thing that was really
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In fact, when I was going to the job interviews, managers thought I was not able to handle a position, just by looking my dressing style. I remember, managers always asked me during interview in which village of Africa I was from. If I knew how to read and write. Others used to remind me the basic things like how I needed to understand that in America, men and women are equal, and how it was important for me to keep this in my mind every single day at work, in order to be descent to everyone. I noticed later how some of my coworkers did not feel happy to have me on their team, especially on the day my supervisor told me how difficult it was for her to give me a schedule, because some of my coworkers did not want me in their shift, due to my style. However, my real pain came later from some customers, who used to skip my service and preferred the one of my coworkers, just because they thought I was not able to understand English and give them a good service. All those misjudgments chased me from many jobs, until I realized that the smart thing to do was to stay and to make a difference by being a good worker. On certain day, I feel myself simply unwanted by Americans, just because I was dressed differently. For example, one moment during visiting at the mall with cousins, I sat alone on a public chair, and the security officer came to ask me what I was doing there. Or at the street event when an old man gave me a bill of five dollars, asking me to get out of there before he called the police, thinking that I was a beggar due to my
In fact, when I was going to the job interviews, managers thought I was not able to handle a position, just by looking my dressing style. I remember, managers always asked me during interview in which village of Africa I was from. If I knew how to read and write. Others used to remind me the basic things like how I needed to understand that in America, men and women are equal, and how it was important for me to keep this in my mind every single day at work, in order to be descent to everyone. I noticed later how some of my coworkers did not feel happy to have me on their team, especially on the day my supervisor told me how difficult it was for her to give me a schedule, because some of my coworkers did not want me in their shift, due to my style. However, my real pain came later from some customers, who used to skip my service and preferred the one of my coworkers, just because they thought I was not able to understand English and give them a good service. All those misjudgments chased me from many jobs, until I realized that the smart thing to do was to stay and to make a difference by being a good worker. On certain day, I feel myself simply unwanted by Americans, just because I was dressed differently. For example, one moment during visiting at the mall with cousins, I sat alone on a public chair, and the security officer came to ask me what I was doing there. Or at the street event when an old man gave me a bill of five dollars, asking me to get out of there before he called the police, thinking that I was a beggar due to my