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That One Time I Worked For Trump.

Let me just start by saying, I have NOT met NOR have I ever met Trump in person. I am just here to speak about my expierence working in his store.

The views in this post are NOT affiliated with the white house. I am NOT a Trump supporter.

-Meka

It was the summer of 2016 when I was trying to leave my movie theater job. It was a fun job but buisness was slow and I was barley making any money. So I had took it upon myself to look for a better paying job and in the midst of my job search I stumbled upon an opening for a sales associate at “Trump Stores”, at the time Donald Trump was running for president but I didnt care, I still applied. In about 30 minuetes I recieved an email from a woman named Claire about setting up an interview. And within the next two days my interview was set up.

That afternoon I had threw on my black pencil skirt a white button up and some flats and made my way down to fifth avenue. I had given myself an extra 15 minuete head start in case the MTA decided to fuck up service. I had arrived at the Towers about 15 minuetes early. So I took about 5 minueutes to soak in the scenery. Trump Towers was beautiful, it had marble floors, glass doors and a water fountain. Not that I havent seen anything like it before, im just trying not to be a hater. I walked up to security and explained that I had an interview with Claire and was sent to the 16th floor. When I had stepped out of the elevator I was a greeted by a receptionist that looked like she had never saw a black person in her life. Instead of opening the glass door that seperated us, she got up from her desk and walked towards the glass. “What are you here for?” her pale skin turning red with hostility. “Im here for an interview with Claire” I said. “For what?” She asked a bit more aggresively. Just then a tall skinny big blue eyed brunette came out and said. “Shes here for the a store interview” she said smiling. The receptionist reluctantly opened the door and I walked in right past her. “ Hi im Meghan” she said as we shook hands. You can have a seat. She said pointing at a chair in a small cubcicle. We had spoken for about 5 minuetes and I was hired on the spot.

I had all my paperwork filled and started that Monday morning. I had went up to the store which was really a side shop attraction full of trump gear, ties, colonge, books and cuff links. Even a few trump golf balls, towels, umbrellas and hats. Behind the podium where a plethora of “Make America Great Again” T-shirts, hats, bumper stickers and pins. These where his campaign items that would be sold for his campaign. In order to purchase them you had to be 18 years old and be a US citizen. You also had to fill out a form.

Throughout my time there I had only had two co workers. One was a black girl like me, named Tawana and another was a mixed girl named Tee. My first day I had worked with Tee and ladies and gentlemen let me tell you, I have never disliked working with a person so much. From the beginning till the end of the shift all she did was comlain, talk on her phone, and ask for favors she wouldnt do for you. For every sale you made you got 20% commision, I didnt know that but she sure did. Since she did nothing I took it upon myself to help customers with their purchases and send them to her to cash out. Would you believe that she got all the commision for my hard work? The day I found out we got commission I made sure that every customer I helped I checked out. When days were dead she would spend most of the day talking my head off about shit that I didnt give a fuck about.

My other co worker Tawana was way more hard working and she was hilarious. All day it was nothing but jokes and good gossip. She was the complete opposite of Tee who did nothing but get on my nerves. One day Tawana saw that most of the customers were flocking to her, she pulled me to the register and said “Here, make some commission.” She was an all around cool person. The only negative thing about her was that she called out often and was never on time. Sometimes she would call out and leave me forced to do a double or I would wake up to a text asking for her shift to be covered. On days where I was alone, I would talk with my next door neighbor Barney. She was the hostees at the Trump resturant next door and was really sweet. She was an older women with a daughter my age that was a pre med student. She was very motherly in a way. One time for an early shift she bought me breakfast. On my lunch breaks she would put a rush on my lunch (steak and mashed potatoes).

Throughtout the day I would meet alot of different people. Trump towers was a kind of like a Tourist spot for rich people. They would come in to admire the architechure of the billionare would-be turned commander in cheif. I met Diplomats, Buisness Owners, Doctors, College Professors and more. Most people that came in were Trump supporters but let me tell you, not all of them where how the mass media makes them out to be. Many of them were really nice people who cant stand Trump themselves, they just didnt like Hilary (which is understandable). I’ve also met some rude obnixious people as well. One woman in particular wanted to by a MAGA hat, and as mentioned before you need to fill out some forms before you make a purchase. I picked out the womans hat, bagged up nicely and even threw in a few bumper sickers. When shes done filling it out I go to collect the paper and she goes “No” I go “Miam its a part of the procedure” she goes okay and starts tearing up her form and goes “I dont want you keeping my information” I felt a tinge of anger run throught my body and placed my forehead on my fingers. Was it really neccesary to rip up my damn paper? And I dont want your old ass information bitch.

Some days I wouldnt even be able to take a break because it was so busy with press confrences and protests. I rememeber this one day I worked for 16 hours straight because it was busy and I had to do a double. On that same day I had gotten stuck in a closet for two hours because I was busy running back and forth to restock on merchandice. But get this, there was a security guard standing outside of the closet and I had gotten his attention by banging on the door. Throught the crack he had seen me, can yall believe that this motherfucker just went back downstairs and left me there?

My time there began to spiral downwards due to the MTA fucking up service and leaving me stranded under ground with no service for an hour and thirty minuetes. When I got to work I was sent to the office and written up and sent home for the day. I was upset but understood her in a sense. The next day I was sent home again and written up because my outfit was “innapropriate”. That day I had worn a long blue maxi dress and sandals. I will admit that the fabric on the dress was a bit thin but the only skin I had showing was my face and arms. That got to me, because if I were skinner my outfit would have not been innapropriate. After that day I felt that she was going to eventually find a reason to fire me so I just never went back to work again.

The most important lesson I learned is that Trump supporters come in many colors, sizes and shapes. You never know who a Trump supporter might be.

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