. . .Michelle, one of the sales people, is sitting in the front conference room proofing her ads, and this bald headed black guy walks in the front door. . .she sees him, gets up and says, “Can I help you”. . .he mumbles something and then runs. He came in the front door. We don’t have a receptionist or anyone usually sitting near the front door. . .
we’ve been keeping the back door locked, but not the front, probably out of safety/fire hazard, etc.
this is the sucky part about working on the first floor. anyone can just come right on in the building.
I’m getting a lock installed on my office door per request of my boss as I have a fairly substantial amount of computer equipment in here.
I don’t particularly enjoy feeling unsafe in my work environment.
I haven’t left my desk hardly at all today.
I don’t think I realized what an impact last week had on me, as I haven’t slept well as of late.
I don’t like the fact that every young black male I see, I suspect. . .
this can’t be healthy.