I am contemplating going to a new job. More money. Bonuses. Overtime. Same hours. Not as mentally challenging but much more physical. Problem is, I am scared to death about being discriminated against because I am transgender. I don’t plan on announcing it to everyone, but I can’t quite “pass” as a male yet. I know there are laws to protect me. As the old saying goes “Sticks and stones.”, but words can still hurt. Got any good advice for me?
(Editor’s note: Dustin blogs at Becoming Oliver, so go check it out. He talks about a lot of shit there. Well, a few weeks ago he was. Sometimes he’s lazy, like me.)
Do I? Fuck yeah, I have all kinds of advice, but first tell me if you have one of these?
They’re sippy cups for people who enjoy giving other people heart attacks.
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It would sure make me think you were a dude if I was standing next to you at a urinal. Well, unless you used the really dark one. That might give it away.
Anyhow, I don’t have any advice, other than to tell you that money doesn’t matter. If you love your job, and you were doing okay there, I personally wouldn’t take a job that you aren’t sure about just because it’s paying a bit better.
Now, that being said, if you don’t love the job you’re at right now, then what the fuck? You might as well try the new one. It may be your dream job, but even if it’s not, you have some added security until you do find what you’re looking for. The benefits might even cover some of the incidentals when you have your surgery. They sure can’t hurt, right?
Do what you feel is right. You still have that shithead supervisor? That’s something to take into account. I’m sure there will be a shithead at your new job, should you take it, but you are going to find them at every job you go to. I think that your gut will lead you in the right direction. Mine’s leading me to the bottom of this bag of Crispers.
Whatever you do will be an adventure, and we wish you the best.
Plays for keeps and try to never lose, live it fast but live the life you choose,
Fuck that shit. Jobs are for suckers. You sure as fuck won’t catch me doing one, because I live the dream.
That’s right, I’m my own boss, and last year my company did better than General Motors. I work when I want, party all fucking day, and still have time left in my schedule to meet friends for coffee at night.
It’s such a great gig, but it’s hard to do it by myself, so I’ve been thinking I could really use another key person in my organisation. Someone who is smart.
There are lots of smart people looking for work, right? The problem is that I also need someone I can trust. Someone who isn’t going to piss away what I’ve worked so hard for.
I could use someone like you, but you probably aren’t interested.
You might be? Well don’t worry. It isn’t something shady like Amway or Primerica. This is a good, respectable job that could turn a tidy profit for the right person.
I think that person is you. You have what it takes.
You get to be your own boss, make your own hours, and you get to bang all sorts of hotties.
Maybe hotties was a poor choice of words.
Plus you get to stay in motels a lot.
It’s great, because you don’t have to pay for a whole night if you’re just going to be there for an hour.
I’m telling you, once you get some decent clients that pay upfront, you’ll be living the life of Riley. Not from the old radio show, but Riley, the guy who sometimes has to do collections for me. He drives a Lincoln. Yep, a real Lincoln.
Anyhow, if you like a bit of adventure in your career, give me a call and I’ll get your cubicle all set up for you.
If this is too cramped, there is a bigger one coming available in a few days.
Well the Dealer was a killer; he was evil and mean and he was jealous of the fire in her eye,