I have finally come to terms with the truth that no matter where I go, whether the sexual harassment policy is taken seriously or not, I will always have some 50-something year old fat pig making sexual and derogatory statements about me and to me.
I am suicidal.
I was so hopeful.
The laws protect you (or say they protect you) from harassment and discrimination if you are a minority.
I feel like I'm getting better at doing less whining and crying about my situation and starting to fight back. The thing about all that paperwork you sign in the beginning folks... the stuff your government created for you to protect you from workplace harassment, sexual harassment and what-not...your right to privacy. It's all bullshit.
Women and Men.
I think I've hit the nail on the head at this point.
I'm going to call and see what if any assistance might be available to me today. Food stamps if necessary?
This is Day three of "We don't need you to come in today."
In addition to the "feminine problem" that needed to be addressed, I also got hit with a terrible case of the flu. This (as crazy as it sounds) was great because I was able to get into the doctor on Monday without lies, embarassment or invasion of privacy, and take care of myself for once.
A little over two weeks into my new government job with the harassment policy from heaven, and I encounter a new problem. Since I lost my health insurance benefits after leaving my last job where I was harassed by a coworker, and I have no health insurance now, I am left to explore other options now that I have a "feminine problem."
