Racist Moments of 2012, Pt.1 ~The Workplace~
In August I worked full time at a start up in San Francisco, a gaming company in the financial District. For reasons I outline at the end of this recollection, I cannot name the company or use the real names of anyone in the office I discuss. I can say that ironically, months before working there, I took a picture of one of their (MANY) ads plastered all over the downtown BART stations, as well as in the trains themselves:
Yeah, I worked for that misleading eyesore. I was offered the job while I was at a coffee shop a few blocks from my new spot in Oakland, maybe not even a week after returning to The Bay from New Orleans. I was approached by a person who runs a contracting “company,” hiring video game testers to work at various game companies. Literally, he walked up to me as I was drinking coffee and doing computery things and asked “Excuse, do you play video games?”
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He gave me his contact info and walked away. I turned to Li like “was that for real or was he being an uber creep and hitting on me?” At this point I wish it was the latter and nothing more came of it.

