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By Adrianna Danielle · Posted
This guy had an attitude problem.Was costing my boss money too.It is hard to find good help these days.My boss was raised to treat women right by his own dad.Do not see this a lot now.I know better to stay off the phone during working hours.I clean my work areas when I have nothing to do and waiting for parts -
By awkward-yet-sweet · Posted
Good thing your boss takes care of you. It does seem like he's got a hiring problem, though. I wonder why there's an issue getting quality people to apply? Low wages, insufficient advertising, or maybe too many open positions locally? Where I am, lots of jobs are found by word of mouth. My husband's company pays so well that they don't even advertise...there's actually a huge backlog of applications. Plus employees usually connect family and friends with available positions. That's how one of my friends got hired there, and also my eldest stepson is my husband's assistant. Good old fashioned nepotism 😄 -
By Abigail Genevieve · Posted
When I read a post, it must pass the smell test before I believe it. Is it credible? Do people actually act that way? Are there logical or emotional inconsistencies? I am not sure what the policy here is. I expect that in the past and maybe even now people may join and post a 'life experience story' that is clearly a fantasy. The problem here is that it may be be clear to you that it is a fantasy but I think it actually is a real, credible, true to life story. How is this handled here? Do you kick people off for telling wild stories about themselves? I guess you have to once in a while, but what if someone's life has some wild aspects to it? -
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By April Marie · Posted
Welcome @violet r to the forums. You’ll find many of us here who came to understand and accept our realities later (even late for some) in life. Each of us is unique but we also share much in common. You’ll find lots of information and resources here and many people willing to talk and share thoughts with you. Jump in where you feel comfortable. Ask questions. Or just relax among people who will never judge you. -
By April Marie · Posted
You are rocking it, Michelle! I love your sense of humor. Be you. Be confident. Be unique. But, just be you. -
By violet r · Posted
I'm new to this. I'm 45 and Just recently coming to terms with the idea of being trans. Noni see yo have a new sense of peace and feel a wild kinds of happiness. It all stated when I gave up drinking for a while. I realized that I just covering up who i really was. Did some research on the gender identity and watched a lot of videos. And wow I related to so much. I never liked myself or my body. But there were signs over the years that I refused to see. But home life has made it impossible for me to do anything at this time. I'm glad I found this safe space. -
By Adrianna Danielle · Posted
An aunt of mine and I had a talk last night,it was about me all good.It was with my Aunt Ellen and she knew I was not one of the boys growing up.I knew she was right.Plus it was about my boyfriend,said she does like him and is glad he treats me right.I did tell her I am glad to have support from her letting go of an unhappy nephew that has become a much happier niece in her life.She knew my dad very well,one was he did not treat me right at times.She was disgusted about it and I had to stay with her for a night or a couple days when the arguements got bad with my parents.One ended up with the police coming out,dad hit me and he was arrested for assault and domestic violence charged with it.Called her and told her I coming over staying for the night.Said no problem and saw what he did to me.It got to the point I started living with her when I was 18 in March of 1997.Dad beat the crap out of me one night.I helped out and felt happier.I also was glad she cared about me.Age 24 when I finally came out as transgender after both of my parents passed,she was cool about and said she loved me no matter what.Plus she has seen the positive changes in me since I started my transition in December.One was she felt the skin on my right arm,said my skin is softer just like hers.Good thing is she says I did not end what my cousin Alex attempting suicide having a hard time coming out as gay.She told him she would love him no matter what and he is glad to have support from her as well. -
By VickySGV · Posted
You are doing fine @Michelle_S Only thing you did not know was to put an "@" and then choose their names from a drop down list, like I did with yours there, and the Forum Choice was fine as well. -
By Michelle_S · Posted
I'm not sure I am typing this is in the correct place. My intent is to send separate replies to each of the people who said something to me. Kay: You were my first. (Wait a minute, that could be misunderstood!) (Giggles) Mmindy: Thank you for the warm welcome. April: Thank you for the welcome, I am looking forward to getting to know this site and the people in it better. Heather: I am not sure what impact I could have made? (Other than my running into one wall or another while trying to learn this site .... giggles). Heather your Profile pic shows you with a guitar, you probably don't live near me, but if we are ever in the same area I do love to get together with another musician! Charlize: Thank you for the welcome. Hope to learn more some time. Ashley: Thanx for the encouragement! I really need plenty of that! Hmm, my hobbies you ask... I enjoy some computer gaming and I am a musician. I suppose my fascination with with clothes could be a hobby shared by a few here? Ashley, I see you have 3.7k posts! Wow! Are you threatened by me? (This is my second post ... so I'm gaining on you! ... giggles) I should probably save my silliness till after I learn if I am even writing all this in the correct place or not! Michelle -
By April Marie · Posted
I needed some "retail therapy" today and picked up this skort and a skirt. I'm really feeling the need to wear some color after this winter season. -
By Abigail Genevieve · Posted
They put her in a room with soft walls, low lighting, even a soft floor, for observation. The bed was fastened to the wall and the blankets and sheets on the bottom and far side could not be pulled out. There was a built in pillow. There was a stainless steel toilet with a tank on the other side of the wall and a stainless steel sink where you had to put your hand under to start it. Lukewarm water. Soap dispenser with the tank on the other side of the wall. Small black half-globe in the middle of the ceiling. Soft grey walls. If this did not drive someone crazy, nothing would. No clock. Just the ventilation constantly humming and no outside noises, no window, no clue as to the time of day. She had a hospital gown on and paper underwear furnished by the hospital, lest, she supposed, she find a way to kill herself with her regular underwear. That would be a sad way to go. "Please put my gi in cold water. I don't want the blood to set," she said to the camera, but there was no response. Act normal, she told herself. You want out of here. This was the low-stimulation therapy chamber, supposed to calm people down. She had read about it. Nothing to read, nothing to look at. Finally she looked at the bands on her wrist. The bright orange one said UNIT 304. She closed her eyes and thought about the map of the hospital in the ER room. It had all three floors. ER on one, operating rooms and stuff on two, maternity and an unnamed area on 3. It might as well say PSYCH WARD she figured. Or LOONEY BIN. If she was here much longer she would go nuts. She looked at the other band, a white band with black lettering. Arial font. Nicely spaced borders around everything. Text above and the UPC code or whatever below. She thought maybe she had time to crack the code and be able to figure out what it read. She read the text. JONES TAYLOR A. Correct. DOB. No periods, just the letters. 04-03-2000. That was correct. Nice they kept the zeros so these things would be consistent. F. She stared at that. F. The next line was MICHAELS A. That was her doctor. The F could only be gender. He was some kind of a specialist in the field of sex and he had called her F. Her drivers' license and medical insurance and Social Security card and birth certificate, even her Voter ID, had M. She went over and over it. There was no M anyway that would indicate gender. Only F. She had plenty to think about. Lunch was a tasteless hamburger served by an expressionless somebody who obviously had orders not to talk. She also got grapes, somehow rendered tasteless and chips and a plastic glass of lemonade. When she was done the somebody took them and exited a door that she had not noticed. She searched the wall but could not find any hint of where the door was. Well, in the future she would be able to understand what it means to be in a psych ward. Dinner was similar. There was a breakfast, too, and sometime later the door opened and a nurse smiled and called her out to the hall. There was Dr. Michaels. "I see no reason to keep you, so I am sending you home. My notes have been sent to your therapist and she will be talking to you soon. If not, call her." "Thank you. Oh, my gi." She was given scrubs to wear home and a bucket of cold water that they had been soaking her gi in. "You need to wait for discharge, miss." Miss. Here's proof. The other documents would be easy to change. She waited in a waiting room. They gave her lunch at noon, and at 2:00 the discharge papers finally arrived. "I will need some way to get home." "He's downstairs in the lobby. You can meet him there." "Great." ----------------------------------------------------- "What are we going to do about Marketing?" this was the Chairman of the Board. He had been asking this for years. This Saturday afternoon the Board had dropped their golf game in light of the sudden drop in sales. This was not quite an emergency, but close. There was debate. They finally agreed that since Gibson had been given something that they now considered a raw deal, and turned it into a cash cow for the company anyway, he deserved promotion. They needed to ramp up Marketing and Sales because the traditional products were market laggers now and there was pressure to open up the forty acres of industrial facilities they had closed when the jobs went to China. They needed to find a way to create jobs. Gibson would be moved from Marketing to be the new Vice President of Marketing and Sales. A key job would be identifying new markets they could enter and expanding product appeal. "So who gets his job?" Discussion. Obviously it needed a college graduate. There was only one in Marketing, this Taylor person. Should they promote a transgender? HR spoke up and said that since she was the only one in Marketing with a degree, it would be almost a fatal flaw not to promote her if they could. Policy was to always promote from within if possible. She was beginning to work on her Master's. Point in her favor. She brought fresh, young blood to the company. Another point. Everyone liked her. Quick learner. Sharp. Emotionally stable. Positive. They had confidence in her, even if she was new to the company, that she could handle the job. When could HR have the paperwork ready? Good. This would be announced first thing Monday morning. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bob found himself at a loss as to what to do with himself. He made himself coffee with the new coffee maker and the new coffee, made a PBJ with the new bread, the new PB and the new jelly, and ate an apple, all at the new table. It was almost like she was there. He even did the dishes and put the clean ones in the dish rack and made his bed. He threw himself into work that could have waited for Monday. He worked on a financial projection and his personal budget and then went over to the hospital. No, he would not be allowed to see her. She was fine. Don't worry. He went for a walk this nice spring day. He just happened to walk around the hospital, hoping she would be standing at a window somewhere. Nope. He ate a TV dinner she had bought him and tinkered with his motorcycle and went to bed. The next day he ate a breakfast that happened to be there from the stuff Taylor had bought, which made him miss her even more. He went to the church they had visited Wednesday night, partly because he was curious, but mainly to sit next to the chair she had sat in Wednesday night, as if that would make her appear. Worship was similar to Wednesday night and Brother Mike spoke. Before he began he saw Bob and in surprise said, "Sir, I wanted to catch you Wednesday night but I didn't. Can I ask you please to stay afterwards and come up here and talk to me?" That was fine with Bob. They also had information no one in town had. The sermon, altar call and closing song over, Bob made his way to the front. Brother Mike came over to him. "Sir,I want to ask your forgiveness for want it must have seemed like to you Wednesday night. And on behalf of my wife, for Tuesday. She had Taylor confused with someone else. Will you forgive us?" Quite the start. "Sure." "In 2015 I was the youth pastor at Hutton Church." [Hutton is a little village outside of Roosevelt, consisting of a church, half a dozen houses, a gas station and a Dollar General Store. The kids go to Roosevelt schools.] "Small world." "I remember there was a terrible assault on one of the youth at the high school, and there was a prayer campaign for that boy. He made a full recovery. I recall a number of news articles even though the family requested privacy. I remember a Bob being mentioned as a close friend of the assaulted. You strongly resemble him, and I am puzzled by your companion. She looks like the boy a lot. That is why I kept looking in your direction. Not in accusation." "She was him." "Really." "This is the same Taylor people are talking about - who changed from male to female?" "I think she was never a male, actually." "Really. Well, I didn't build this church by accusing anyone or making anyone feel bad, and I think both those things happened with you and - Taylor. I want you to know you are welcome here. If there is anything I can do to help, let me know. Did you know that over half this church came forward Wednesday night with sexual issues of one sort or another? You are not alone. Excuse me, that is presumptuous, that you have such issues. I have no right to pry. But thank you for coming back." Not bad, Bob thought. Not bad at all. A quick fast food lunch and he was at the hospital. Was she being discharged? He was her ride, so they were willing to tell him. He could wait. And he did. -
By Adrianna Danielle · Posted
Was excited today,my new toolbox has been shipped out,Snap On dealer told me this.It took this long since it was ordered to get it.My other co workers and I were right about the new employee that started yesterday,He was fired this afternoon.Was on his phone again and boss caught him do it.Plus he did call me an offensive word,the C word my boss hates.I did report that to my boss.My boss believes in treating women right -
By Sally Stone · Posted
ss, I can't say that my image in the mirror has helped me understand why I am bi-gender. I'm pretty certain the reason I identify as bi-gender has to do with how I feel inside. About mirrors though, I do clearly see my inner woman when I look at myself in the mirror. -
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