My former manager, as a woman, finally got really pissed off, and was then fired. Then a new manager arrived, and although this one was far from ideal, the (sexual) harassment was over.
The story of the ex-executive, now called Mary-Ann Wood:
Fired yesterday - real layoffs! What do I owe this to?! And what else hangs over my head!? Filled with thoughts like this, and still stunned at what happened to me yesterday - and also at my curious gender reassignment a few weeks ago! - I walk through the city center in my mind. Vaguely a certain voice penetrates me from the background, until suddenly I am "shaken" from my thoughts and understand what is being said: "Ma'am, have pity on me, can you give me money for something to eat or drink? drink? Even if it's just a cup of coffee...." Fully consciously I now turn to the person in question, ready to snap at them, but the moment I see this person's face, I get a feeling in my stomach as if I've been punched there. That person's face resembles that of my mother - only she died and was cremated 10 years ago! Stunned at this, I act on a sudden hunch, reach out to the obviously needy woman, help her to her feet, and invite her to join me for breakfast in a simple restaurant. After taking the order, we start talking to each other; it turns out that she actually had just enough pension to be able to live independently, but due to a hip deficiency she walked unhappily and had to rely either on an operation (much too expensive!), or on home care. Initially that went well, but fewer and fewer staff were added, and staff turnover was quite high, and the own contribution also increased. Finally she was faced with an imminent eviction, and she didn't quite know what to do. During dinner I offer to take her home. I also help her to climb the stairs to the first floor (this type of older apartment complex has no elevator, because they have a maximum of four floors.). Once I'm surprised: it all looks neat and tidy. She confirms with a smile that she is still doing this herself, although it all takes a lot of effort, pain and time. After I have left her apartment, I decide to visit the relevant home care institution and ask if there might still be a workplace available. The receptionist immediately takes me to the empty office of the personnel officer, who enters a moment later. After the mutual exchange of pleasantries and formalities, she looks at me in astonishment as she pronounces my request. "Madam", she says, "The biggest problem is not that we can't find enough staff, the biggest problem is that most "newbies" ultimately turn out to be insufficiently motivated, and therefore drop out." I manage to make it clear to her that my motivation is not a problem, just that I don't exactly have the right papers. She smiles and answers me: "In that regard, don't worry. For some reason I feel that you are indeed well motivated, and therefore you can get started right away, while at the same time you have an internal part-time You will have to bridge the financial gap for the next six months - because then you will only reach your actual salary." Thank God I've always saved well, so that problem will solve itself. After we say goodbye, I go back to the old woman I visited and tell her about my plan: I still have a modest monthly allowance from my parental inheritance, which I normally just hoard, but who can and will solve all problems for her. At first e protests, but I convince her to accept my gift, and with a smile on my lips I go home, preparing myself for tomorrow, the first day of my new, blank life, which I will be completely (again) can color in.... - Tom -
My former manager, as a woman, finally got really pissed off, and was then fired. Then a new manager arrived, and although this one was far from ideal, the (sexual) harassment was over.
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Fired yesterday - real layoffs! What do I owe this to?! And what else hangs over my head!? Filled with thoughts like this, and still stunned at what happened to me yesterday - and also at my curious gender reassignment a few weeks ago! - I walk through the city center in my mind. Vaguely a certain voice penetrates me from the background, until suddenly I am "shaken" from my thoughts and understand what is being said: "Ma'am, have pity on me, can you give me money for something to eat or drink? drink? Even if it's just a cup of coffee...." Fully consciously I now turn to the person in question, ready to snap at them, but the moment I see this person's face, I get a feeling in my stomach as if I've been punched there. That person's face resembles that of my mother - only she died and was cremated 10 years ago! Stunned at this, I act on a sudden hunch, reach out to the obviously needy woman, help her to her feet, and invite her to join me for breakfast in a simple restaurant.
After taking the order, we start talking to each other; it turns out that she actually had just enough pension to be able to live independently, but due to a hip deficiency she walked unhappily and had to rely either on an operation (much too expensive!), or on home care. Initially that went well, but fewer and fewer staff were added, and staff turnover was quite high, and the own contribution also increased. Finally she was faced with an imminent eviction, and she didn't quite know what to do. During dinner I offer to take her home. I also help her to climb the stairs to the first floor (this type of older apartment complex has no elevator, because they have a maximum of four floors.). Once I'm surprised: it all looks neat and tidy. She confirms with a smile that she is still doing this herself, although it all takes a lot of effort, pain and time.
After I have left her apartment, I decide to visit the relevant home care institution and ask if there might still be a workplace available. The receptionist immediately takes me to the empty office of the personnel officer, who enters a moment later. After the mutual exchange of pleasantries and formalities, she looks at me in astonishment as she pronounces my request. "Madam", she says, "The biggest problem is not that we can't find enough staff, the biggest problem is that most "newbies" ultimately turn out to be insufficiently motivated, and therefore drop out." I manage to make it clear to her that my motivation is not a problem, just that I don't exactly have the right papers. She smiles and answers me: "In that regard, don't worry. For some reason I feel that you are indeed well motivated, and therefore you can get started right away, while at the same time you have an internal part-time You will have to bridge the financial gap for the next six months - because then you will only reach your actual salary." Thank God I've always saved well, so that problem will solve itself. After we say goodbye, I go back to the old woman I visited and tell her about my plan: I still have a modest monthly allowance from my parental inheritance, which I normally just hoard, but who can and will solve all problems for her. At first e protests, but I convince her to accept my gift, and with a smile on my lips I go home, preparing myself for tomorrow, the first day of my new, blank life, which I will be completely (again) can color in.... - Tom -