Sunday, March 1, 2015

Queens County Revisited: The 1970s (12)

Not surprisingly, the temp agency counselor told me to immediately bring the winter coat and keys back downtown to her Wall Street client's office. And after I arrived there, apologized for my mistake, handed the white male executive--who appeared to be in his early 30s--his keys and exchanged winter coats with him, he still seemed pissed that "because of me" he had been left without car keys and home keys during his Thanksgiving holiday; and I was then told the assignment for me at his firm had ended.

Although I found the winter coat mix-up amusing and started laughing after I left the Wall Street office skyscraper and felt, on a certain anti-classist level, some glee that the mix-up had took some of the fun out of the holiday weekend of a Wall Street firm executive (who was possibly gaining his money from profiting from the sale of stock in U.S. corporations that exploit working-class people and middle-class consumers), because of the winter coat mix-up incident, the female temp agency placement officer in her late 20s and her Landmark temp agency no longer was willing to provide me with any new temp typing assignments during the 1970s.