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I came home from my vacation with a pretty clear head… I actually had a pretty nice time even though I was definitely in the car way too much. I was supposed to go to work today but we got in late and I had to do wash, and ended up with nothing work appropriate to wear.

Instead of doing the trip update with photos from work, I figured I could do them at home, but go figure, my site had a few glitches (which I eventually fixed). So, the updates will have to happen tomorrow.

Before the trip, I had decided I wanted to make a few changes to my website. Truthfully, I wanted to completely revamp the site but when I mentioned it to friends and family, I practically got stoned to death.

So, I decided I would hire a professional to do a few changes to the site mainly because I am lazy and don’t feel like working on it myself. One of the things I wanted to do was make it wider and make it more Monique-ish. You know, make it super obnoxious. lol.

Anyway, there is a web design place near where I work, so I figured I would throw some business their way. I gave them a call about two weeks ago and pretty quickly, I realized it was not going to go very well. It started out well and the guy was pretty friendly until I suggested he visit my website because trying to explain to him what I wanted without him seeing it was hard. The second he saw the site, his tone changed.

I asked him if he wanted me to come down to his office because it would be easier for me to show him what all I wanted done and he said “no no no, no need for that” and then told me it would cost me about $80 an hour… which changed to more… and then more… and then he said he would just send me a quote after he did some “homework” because the site is on a WordPress platform and wanted to find out what all was involved.

Yeah right.

I waited for an email, which never came. I waited patiently for over two weeks. My husband even stopped in to ask about it and they acted dumbfounded.

So, today, we called about it. We got in touch with the original guy who once again sounded really nice until he discovered which site we were calling in regards to. He then says “Well, I have somewhat of a dilemma with this site because we just got a huge project in.” Oh? And then he proceeds to close the conversation by saying “So, the soonest I could even think of even starting on your site is 60 days from now.”

Um. What?

Of course, the smart questions were asked like what took so long to find this out and so on, which he didn’t have an answer for. I was so mad…

It’s not typical for me to scream racism when something happens, even though I deal with it all fucking day and night, especially with a husband who glows in the dark. We get the looks, and the snide remarks and everything else that comes with it. It’s a lot of fun to go somewhere with him, and have people approach him to ask if he needs help, and then leave me standing there with my thumb up my ass getting ignored. We sometimes purposely stand apart to see if it will happen, and it usually does. Being brown is SO much fun in this country. And I know racism goes both ways, and in every direction blah blah blah. ANY KIND OF IT IS WRONG AND UNACCEPTABLE!

Anyway, I knew that that 60 day project nonsense was complete bullshit. What kind of website takes 60 days to build???? I build them all the time and never has one taken me 60 days. I knew it as clearly as I know my name is Monique. I knew it wasn’t because my project was too small, I knew it wasn’t because of any other reason than the color of my skin. But how could I prove that?

I had someone else call.

I had them ask for the same thing I wanted.

I had them see if they would get the same lie I did. Of course, if they did, I would know I was being paranoid and would have no choice but to slap myself for being so wrong about people.

Sadly, I was not wrong. They got the friendly guy, who was willing to help… and offered to have it done in 2-3 weeks. The last time I checked, 60 days isn’t 2-3 weeks. The asshole at the web design company didn’t even mention the two month project.

And I am furious. I am so mad I cried. And cried. And cried some more. And not just because of that loser anal twat who judged me based on NOTHING other than my appearance, but because it’s 2008 and I have to still deal with this shit. It’s 2008 and one day my kids will have to deal with this shit. It’s never ending. And I am SO SICK OF IT.

I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO VERY SICK OF IT.

Sure, we can all just throw it aside and say who cares about that one man… but he isn’t the only one. There are so many more hims. Too many of them. And everyday I get to endure them. At least this time around, I can kind of do something. I can tell people to not do business with them. I can call the BBB and I can write letters of complaint… even if it does nothing, I will feel a little better. Until the next time.

It’s just not fair.

By the way, the company is PMG Web Design in Frisco, TX and the web-designer named Chad is a bigot super nice fella who I am sure would be happy to declare he isn’t by telling us some of his closest friends are black help any and everyone who called.