The Museum of Canadian Imperialism, located on MacLeod Avenue, is sandwiched between a set of upscale condos, old-fashioned townhouses and a police station. It is one of the main attractions in this part of downtown Ottawa, Ontario. Tens of thousands of Canadians flock to the Museum every day, and for the security guards and the cleaners who work there, that's a lot to handle. Take a walk into the shoes of those who are often seen and not heard, the security guards and the cleaners working at those big Museums in the Canadian Capital...
Like most Museums, the Museum of Canadian Imperialism is packed with trinkets and artifacts stolen from a so-called lesser culture...or three. The place contains everything from Native American costumes, spears, bows and arrows and music instruments to Inuit art and African weaponry and textiles. Like their imperial predecessors the British and the French, Canadian Imperialists have taken quite a bit from people of color as they roamed the world in the days of conquest. Modern imperialists fondly remember the days before human rights became a thing. The Museum exists to glorify those bygone days. Isn't that a hoot? The sarcasm is strong with this one!
Our protagonist Lissette Ruiz is a young Colombian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Standing five-foot-nine, a bit chubby, with big tits, wide hips and a big ass, the brown-skinned, dark-haired Colombian gal is hot and she knows it. Doesn't mean she suffers fools, though. After leaving her cashier job at Metro, Lissette began working as a cleaner at the Museum of Canadian Imperialism. The job pays seventeen dollars an hour, which is way better than the measly fourteen bucks Lissette was making at Metro. While working at the Museum of Canadian Imperialism, Lissette met a most interesting fellow, a big and tall young Black man named Stephenson Laroche, and that's when things took an unexpected turn...
"Tu es muy bonita, senorita, » Stephenson gallantly said to Lissette when they ran into each other in the elevator. Lissette looked at Stephenson, and sighed. The big Black guy was looking at Lissette as though he'd said something brilliant. As if she would fall for some basic, downright inappropriate shit like that. As a young woman working in a mostly male environment, Lissette was used to getting hit on by guys. Stephenson looked Lissette up and down, then grinned. Rolling her eyes, Lissette ignored Stephenson and walked away. When Lissette reached the basement door, she paused for a second.
"Pendejo," Lissette said with a grin, and then she walked away, leaving Stephenson standing there, frowning. Lissette sighed happily and continued pushing her cart as she made her way around the basement. There were offices and mini-cafeterias and kitchenettes to clean, and Lissette did her duty flawlessly. The whole thing took forty five minutes. Lissette decided to head upstairs to check on the mezzanine, where a lot of visitors like to make a mess. The Museum's tiny restaurant is located on the mezzanine, after all.
Lissette was pushing the cart and making her rounds when she heard some commotion. A tall, middle-aged White dude was arguing with his girlfriend, a short Chinese woman. Folks patronizing the Museum's restaurant called the security team, and guess who showed up? Lissette sighed when she saw the same Black male security guard from downstairs step through the elevator door, along with a bald-headed Arab dude that she didn't know. Lissette watched attentively as the security guards approached the arguing couple...
"I never should have given you permanent resident status, you cheating whore," said Mr. Old White Dude as he glowered at his Chinese girlfriend. The short Chinese gal launched into a tirade which increased Mr. Old White Dude's ire. The lady insulted the man in both English and Chinese. Fellow Museum visitors watched the arguing couple and some even took out their cell phones and began filming. This was way more excitement that these polite, passive aggressive Canadians were used to having during a day at the Museum.
