Re: Transitioning at work and in all of my life
Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 11:40 am
mrt (imported) wrote: Sun May 17, 2009 8:38 am Well like the obscure Beatles song you know my name now look up the number!
Its unfortunate but there are mean and evil people around that take pleasure in making others miserable. Your exactly right you don't have to give them ANY power to do that. Personally I think revenge is always a good plan. Humm... lets see... Maybe put her on a few mailing lists. Get her some sample subscriptions to some (what kind?) magazines to let her know what its like to be different and see how open minded her little group of Nazi friends are.
Or just get her name and number and tell insurance people that she really wants some!
Of course fighting fire with fire just brings you down to her level. Maybe HR can suggest a course in "understanding" followed by a warning and then a trip to the unemployment line.
- MrT
Mrt T,
You are quite right. Although I really do not view this woman as evil. I cannot because I do not believe she is.
She is ignorant, close-minded, manipulative and mean-spirited.
I like your revenge ideas.
As I had an unusual childhood, I'm not even familiar with most of the well-known Beatles songs, let alone the obscure ones. My work schedule is starting to ease up and by next weekend I fully expect to not have to work at all. I would like to speak with you soon, my friend. You have been very supportive and I treasure that
down. I will always and forever be here for you.EricaAnn (imported) wrote: Mon May 18, 2009 9:11 am . I also miss seeing you and MrsT.
Hugs,
Danya
Hi Dayna,
There is one thing that this plant will never run short of and that is ignorance!
As we have discussed before, you cannot allow this person's problem to become yours and to allow her to affect your life or well being.
Some people prefer to live their lives in ignorance and refuse to accept those things that they cannot understand.
You are and have demonstrated that you are a strong woman. Please do not allow yourself or ever feel like a second class person. In many ways you are a stronger person than myself. In that situation, I would have felt an over welling desire to walk up to her and call her out to her face as the ignorant bitch that she is, but that's just me. It must be the Chicago Italian in me.
Please, never feel that you are a burden to me. Call me my sister when you are
Hi Erica Ann,
I so wanted to call you Friday evening but I did not because I thought you would be out enjoying the evening.
Part of what happened with my coworker is that she requested to move to a different spot because I talked about sex with her. I haven't had sex in the entire time she's been employed at my company. There's nothing to discuss, nor do I make jokes in the office about sex. She, on the other hand, has informed me how her husband brags about how quickly he can get her pregnant. I was the first person she told she was pregnant again this year, weeks before she told anyone else. She has shared intimate details of her pregnancy, its problems, her moods, details of childbirth, etc. with me.
I have mentioned GRS to her and the expense. She also knows I'm taking estrogen. These things were discussed in the mandatory training for employees from my division. I'm not certain that she even listened in on that. She was out on maternity leave when that meeting was held.
I think she has ambivalent feelings and cannot reconcile these. She's told me before that I am one of the few people in the office she genuinely likes.
MrT wrote me that Einstein said the one thing in the universe that is truly infinite is stupidity.
Part of the reason this affected me so strongly was tie-ins to emotional issues I had worked through as that other person I used to be. Like being assaulted and nearly killed when my ex-wife and I were trying to help people. And then feeling helpless against my attackers.
I'm particularly attracted to the Chicago Italian in you.
Please also know, my sister, that you can call me if ever you have a need. I am always here for you, too.
Hugs,
Danya