For better or worse, November was a helluva month. I wish I could say that it was most notable for my tranny self finally becoming employed again. Unfortunately, it's for how I came to be unemployed again.
After applying to only three places, I got a job wiping tables and maintaining restrooms at the mall food court.
Yay! Now I can finally work on getting my beard lasered and name changed! Fuck yeah! Connie and I can finally eat! Woo-hoo!
The application was really minimal. The interview wasn't "What can you do for us?" so much as "Great, you're obviously desperate enough if you applied. When can you start?"
I had my first day of paid employment as myself in a few days. Other than being really tired and sore after six hours of near-constant walking, I felt great. Self-sufficient even, as I was taking the bus and making it on time.
I was, at this point, perfectly successful in my social transition: I was finally living, working, and passing full-time in my true new gender, and quite happy doing it. Never mind that I was wiping Taco Bell and Steak Escape crumbs off formica tables for seven dollars an hour. This was the Transgender Dream in action.
The next day, I left copies of my right-to-work documents for the manager, and got to work, only to get a call in the morning regarding them.
"We have a problem." The manager had assumed I was legally female and had filled out my already submitted paperwork as such. My driver's license as of this writing still indicates otherwise.
"Would you like to be re-hired as a guy?"
"Yes, please do." The uniform was the same and as far as I could tell, there was no dress code otherwise. Of course they're not stupid enough to discriminate against me at this point, right?
After the manager's apparent conference with a couple office drones, I was so not re-hired as a guy. I was terminated on the spot simply for being legally male. Of course, it officially wasn't discrimination, as I angrily insisted, but my "inability to do the job." In any event, sex is a protected class. (Even though transgender status is not protected here in Wisconsin, there was recently an important precedent for going at it via the "sex" angle instead.)
Soooo, I filed a complaint with the Equal Rights Division at the advice of an attorney who said he thought I have a case for discrimination. If an arbitrator decides I have a case and there is no settlement, a hearing will be scheduled.
In the meantime, tranny for hire. Appleton area. Passable. Decent with computers and words. Can wipe tables.
For better or worse, November was a helluva month. I wish I could say that it was most notable for my tranny self finally becoming employed again. Unfortunately, it's for how I came to be unemployed again.
After applying to only three places, I got a job wiping tables and maintaining restrooms at the mall food court.
Yay! Now I can finally work on getting my beard lasered and name changed! Fuck yeah! Connie and I can finally eat! Woo-hoo!
The application was really minimal. The interview wasn't "What can you do for us?" so much as "Great, you're obviously desperate enough if you applied. When can you start?"
I had my first day of paid employment as myself in a few days. Other than being really tired and sore after six hours of near-constant walking, I felt great. Self-sufficient even, as I was taking the bus and making it on time.
I was, at this point, perfectly successful in my social transition: I was finally living, working, and passing full-time in my true new gender, and quite happy doing it. Never mind that I was wiping Taco Bell and Steak Escape crumbs off formica tables for seven dollars an hour. This was the Transgender Dream in action.
The next day, I left copies of my right-to-work documents for the manager, and got to work, only to get a call in the morning regarding them.
"We have a problem." The manager had assumed I was legally female and had filled out my already submitted paperwork as such. My driver's license as of this writing still indicates otherwise.
"Would you like to be re-hired as a guy?"
"Yes, please do." The uniform was the same and as far as I could tell, there was no dress code otherwise. Of course they're not stupid enough to discriminate against me at this point, right?
After the manager's apparent conference with a couple office drones, I was so not re-hired as a guy. I was terminated on the spot simply for being legally male. Of course, it officially wasn't discrimination, as I angrily insisted, but my "inability to do the job." In any event, sex is a protected class. (Even though transgender status is not protected here in Wisconsin, there was recently an important precedent for going at it via the "sex" angle instead.)
Soooo, I filed a complaint with the Equal Rights Division at the advice of an attorney who said he thought I have a case for discrimination. If an arbitrator decides I have a case and there is no settlement, a hearing will be scheduled.
In the meantime, tranny for hire. Appleton area. Passable. Decent with computers and words. Can wipe tables.
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