Long turns and exits. Jake checks his appointment schedule then puts his hand to his temples. He has become the thing he hates most: the procurer. Self-contempt fills his face.
TIMECUT: The next interviewee stands in front of Van Dorn. He's a tall black man about 25. An ex-athlete.
JAKE
You're not exactly the type we're looking for.
BLACK STUD
(hostile)
You mean I'm black?
JAKE
No, just not the type.
BLACK STUD
What do you mean, not the type? Don't you know who I am?
I'm Big Dick Brown! I've been in more porno movies than
you ever saw. I've worked with Harry Reems. I've worked
with Johnny Wad. Not the type! I can come ten times a day.
I can keep it hard two hours at a time. My cock is nine inches
long.
JAKE
I'm sorry, Mr. Brown. I'm sure you're very good, but
at the moment, I've got nothing for you. If something
comes up, we'll give you a call.
BLACK STUD
Shit! You just don't want to hire a nigger, that's all. I knew this
was a scam. I shouldn'ta come.
The Black Stud turns and storms out.
The above is a dramatization of what goes on whenever I attend an interview or job lead in NYC. It's not that direct as this scene from "Hardcore" but it comes very close. I try to justify not actively searching for a "survival" job to Darryl and others because I'm never hired for what's in my mind, only for my type. A type is the way in which people are cast within the industry. It's the reason why you see one guy play a perp on Law & Order and next week you catch him on The Wire. It happens so often before your eyes you won't even notice. For some unexplained reason I run into this when looking for work that will support me and my endevours. "You aren't what we are looking for" is so commonly used whoever authored it should be swimming in royalties. I'm still pissed that the interviewer at Uni-qlo didn't even consider me a candidate for a merchanise display designer position. What I don't understand is that I would have definitely qualified for the position with my background in visual arts and retail management. The duties consisted of folding clothes and dressing mannequins for instore and window displays according to a chosen palette. Citing that they're expecting $35M in sales at their flagship store in Soho. She was only a generation from blowing me for "five dolla" and screaming out "too boo-coo!" Bitch could keep her shitty job. She never asked to see my magnificent portfolio of work. She's no different than the other six hundred dozen or so asians in New York that are obsessed with and making money. They and other immigrants like them come here, take all of the jobs then when it comes time to recruit for their companies they want to put you in a lesser position or one where they feel you'd benefit them. Your chances are even worst when you are not one of them or not white. My confidence has been shaken so I already envision being rejected even when I send out a resume for positions I know I'm qualified for. It's like the only thing prospective employers see me for is my type. Yeah, I'm big, black and intimidating to some people but that's only to the ones looking to prove something. For those of you looking to New York as an example, don't bother. New York City is dead. This city is no longer for dreamers. Only the greedy rich folks that can afford to live here and will continue to. It just goes to prove New York City isn't exactly the 'melting pot' everyone claims it to be.
