"Where you working now?... That seems like a cool job. How much you get paid?" How much does is cost to get you out of my business? Now ya'll should be ashamed of yourselves. I know your mother taught you better than that. Guys, you never ask someone their salary. I mean dang, if you are really that intrigued by how much I'm bringing home, look it up on google. Why ya'll so nosy?
People can be so bold. So one day, I'm at work, this lady walks up to me and starts up a casual conversation. It seemed harmless at first so I didn't mind, plus, small talk always makes the time go by faster. She goes on to tell me that it seems like I have a pretty cool job and then, asks me "How much you get paid here?" Now, it took me a minute to process her question but the quickest response I could think of was to ask her the exact same thing, I responded, "I don't know, how much do they pay you at your job?" Suddenly, it seemed as if I was invading her personal life, like I was asking an inappropriate question or something. We stood there and looked at each other for a few seconds until finally I told her that it was not okay to ask someone how much they make and maybe she should think before she speaks next time. It doesn't feel good when the question is turned back on you. I mean damn, did I owe her some money or something? Was she a bill collector? Bill collectors come see you at your job now? And how do they know what I look like?
Listen, I am sick and tired of teaching grown folks about proper etiquette. It's just some things that are not your business. You may as well ask me if the drawls I'm wearing are cotton or silk! Unless you are about to bless me with a couple hundred dollars,or you about to put a ring on it, my income is not your business. That's right up there on the list with coming into my house and going into my refrigerator. Like, what the hell grocery item did you buy and put in there? Touching my radio in my car is on that list too. Unless I hand you the aux cord and authorize you to do so, keep your hands to yourself. Feel free to play some Young Jeezy or Kendrick Lamar though. If you a sexy passenger, I might even let you put on some Keith Sweat.
Now, see I wasn't trying to be mean to ya'll on this post, I just need you to learn how to behave yourselves in these streets. If I don't teach you, who will? Cause your mama sure didn't. You can thank me later.
-BRIT
People can be so bold. So one day, I'm at work, this lady walks up to me and starts up a casual conversation. It seemed harmless at first so I didn't mind, plus, small talk always makes the time go by faster. She goes on to tell me that it seems like I have a pretty cool job and then, asks me "How much you get paid here?" Now, it took me a minute to process her question but the quickest response I could think of was to ask her the exact same thing, I responded, "I don't know, how much do they pay you at your job?" Suddenly, it seemed as if I was invading her personal life, like I was asking an inappropriate question or something. We stood there and looked at each other for a few seconds until finally I told her that it was not okay to ask someone how much they make and maybe she should think before she speaks next time. It doesn't feel good when the question is turned back on you. I mean damn, did I owe her some money or something? Was she a bill collector? Bill collectors come see you at your job now? And how do they know what I look like?
Listen, I am sick and tired of teaching grown folks about proper etiquette. It's just some things that are not your business. You may as well ask me if the drawls I'm wearing are cotton or silk! Unless you are about to bless me with a couple hundred dollars,or you about to put a ring on it, my income is not your business. That's right up there on the list with coming into my house and going into my refrigerator. Like, what the hell grocery item did you buy and put in there? Touching my radio in my car is on that list too. Unless I hand you the aux cord and authorize you to do so, keep your hands to yourself. Feel free to play some Young Jeezy or Kendrick Lamar though. If you a sexy passenger, I might even let you put on some Keith Sweat.
Now, see I wasn't trying to be mean to ya'll on this post, I just need you to learn how to behave yourselves in these streets. If I don't teach you, who will? Cause your mama sure didn't. You can thank me later.
-BRIT
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