I know a number of you have read this book already. I bought it on my kindle months ago but I am yet to finish reading it. To be honest, it isn’t as catchy and not much of a page turner for me as her other books. BUT, I am enjoying it all the same.
So, I recently received a knitting order to make 20 mug cosies for my friends, Dvees Christmas hampers which involved some late nights as I was still working full time and we were in the middle of moving houses. The tv wasn’t set up yet so i decided to read and knit at the same time which is how I continued reading my americanah. What I then realised is, I agree with some of what Ifemelu, the character in the book, blogs about, but not all.
In particular, the whole black people or other ethnic minorities not liking to serve other black or other ethnic minorities say in a restaurant. I have to caveat this though and say most of my experience of this has been in America. Not sure why but the customer service I have received 80 percent of the time in stores with a fellow black sales assistant has been foul.
Saying that, I had a little one yesterday here in the UK. We had ordered some furniture and the shop said the delivery person would deliver it directly to a room of our choice. Yesterday I was knitting upstairs (seems to be all I do these days) when one of the builders came to call me that the delivery man is downstairs and leaving things outside.
So I rushed down and saw this old man, he was at least 50 years old and from his accent I could tell he was Nigerian. I asked politely if he would pls deliver the items to the opened garage as opposed to leave them outside. His response to me was why can’t the builders take them in for me. I was so mad! So I said, but if the builders were not here would you expect me to carry all these heavy things myself to the garage? Plus it is not the builders job to carry my deliveries. They are employed to do something else which is why they are here in the first place.
He sha wasn’t listening to me. So one of the painters and bathroom guy now started talking to the man that, look you are meant to be delivering these boxes to a room of her choice not outside, eventually sha, he started moving the boxes to the garage. He then said to me that because we had a skip outside our garage that he didn’t have to move items into the garage. To which I said to him that I don’t think he understands the crux of the matter. The main point is this, according to my order if I want you to take these things to the loft or to the room it needs to be you are meant to help me, that is what I paid for. So me saying to put it in the garage that is right in front of you and opened makes your job so much easier! Obviously he didn’t get it, he felt he was doing me a favour. What made it harder for me was the fact he is an old man.
Now do I blame the man? Not completely. I blame the delivery company that sent him by himself to deliver the furniture packs we ordered because he was clearly struggling and looked like he needed and wanted help. However at the same time, it isn’t my fault that he struggles to do what his job description is. Unfortunately I couldn’t be much help to him and the builders that were happy to help him, he pissed them off, so they only helped him partly.
Sigh I have gone off point. But the koko of the matter is this…. Actually I don’t know what the koko of the matter is. I just felt like reporting the man to you.
Okay, thank you, goodbye.
Have a lovely weekend…. Except I find something else to blog about this weekend and then I will be back. Oh and here is a sample picture of my mug cosies (if it shows as I am blogging from my phone) and I finally picked a business name… for my knitting and crocheting on the side! Exciting times!