Gather round, gentle LTWWB readers, while I get something off my chest (so to speak). Forgive me if I sound whiny (cue the violins)- but here goes: ok, I’ve got a slight “disability”. I do most things really well, but for some things- I’m clueless. I have a few “quirks” that you find hilarious. I’m sort of like the “retarded girl” and you are the “cool girls”.
But ladies…we’re not in high school any more. We’re in the workplace, we’re in our thirties & forties. Could you drop the “mean girls” act & just have a wee bit of decency? Just a smidgen?
(I know, I know- but I can dream…)
—“The Weirdo”
This article appears in Jan 14-20, 2010.
So what is this disability? Is it a lispth? Women like Nikki Payne have done quite a bit and gone quite far in spite of this, you know.
There is a girl at my work that gets picked on sort of like this bitch…. I’m on her side though. It’s sad really, to watch adults act like that.
When a hen develops a sore or gets a cut, all the other hens will surround her and peck and peck until finally they have tore her pieces. Don’t wait for this to happen, OP…open your beak and tear a piece out of them. You may not make any friends doing this but who wants to be friends with those little peckers anyway.
that’s okay weirdo,i will take pity on you.meet me tonight,and i will show you everything you need to know,in this big bad world.cue the slap in the face,now,(smack).
It burns me up when supposedly grown-up women (30s and 40s, for god’s sake!) still try to get away with the Jr. High crap—that was never even that hilarious in the first place, I’m pointing that out, ladies, in case they didn’t know!) We are living in 2010, not 1830.
OP, you are perfectly within your rights to say “ENOUGH. Let’s move on from whatever it is you find so entertaining about my issue.” Tell them in no uncertain terms that you are not going to be their comic relief anymore—and MEAN IT! And if they still persist, you need to be even more assertive about it, or start carving out some distance between you and those idiots.
Grown-ups who insult others because of disabilities are not grown ups at all. (I would argue that THEY have a more serious disability than you! Socially and intellectually, anyway.)
And if you work for a large organization, your HR department probably has some pretty serious policies in place about Respectful Workplace rules. I would imagine harrassing someone about a disability falls under the category of “career-limiting move.”
Good luck OP. I hope you can soon replace those dorks with some real friends and colleagues who treat you with respect.
This is why I don’t work with women. Whenever I get on my work elevator in the morning and listen to those middle-aged hens mindless pecking their coworkers to death, I want to kick them collectively in the Brillo Box. What a bunch of useless, vacuous cunts – you should stand up for yourself, OP – you’ll stay a victim if you allow these beasts to treat you so poorly. How would they like it if one of their kids had a disability and had to put up with such crap? You can be sure these same pigs would be fucking outraged. Take a stand and tell ’em to go piss up a tree. Then talk to your supervisior about this.
this is not meant to be sexist but having worked with a lot of woman you are not sugar and spice and everything nice to each other; as a matter of fact some of the shit you pull on each other is down right evil!
You should have the milk bags to say something to them.
Dino,
Does “milk bags” make a good substitution for balls when referring to females?
how about…
Ovary up.
make it known and if it persists, that’s what HR is for.
Evidence can also help if it’s anything they’re DOING… if just verbal you may have a tougher time….
Ovary up, I like it.
I’ve worked with a variety of women of all ages and I have to say, the women I’ve worked with in their late 30s and 40s are the WORST.
I’m not sure if it was me or if that’s just how they are — a lot of them, especially those who had kids around my age and those who had jobs lower on the totem pole than mine were pretty catty. They were nice to my face (though they would pick apart everything about me, from what I chose to eat, to what I chose to wear — even my fucking mother doesn’t do that so fuck off, bitches. I’m not your child, I’m your co-worker!), but behind my back they’d find every little thing to pick at to my supervisor. Once one “ratted” me out for asking someone if they were going to be in the next day during lunchtime. All I asked was “are you going to be in tomorrow? if so could we talk before you leave today?” and one went ape shit on my ass in front of everyone.
I think I’d much rather work with men. They don’t seem to get bent out of shape over the stupidest shit.
Yeah, TTFN, I agree, I MUCH prefer working with men.
While I am fortunate to have some really fabulous women colleagues (no Jr. High losers like the OP is dealing with, thank God) I must say when men are on the team you get a much more no-nonsense, “I trust you to do your work properly” approach.
Many women think they need to get involved outside their area of expertise and micromanage the details that are supposed to be other people’s responsibility, and “bring in other votes” from people not aware of the project goals at all—ie: “Let’s see if the receptionist/my husband/my neighbor likes it!”
Also, many women can be too quick to argue for their own limitations: about not being able to manage their credit cards, not being able to do math, not understanding how to use e-mail or backup a file . . . rather than make the effort to open a book and learn something. There is a strong holdover attitude of “learned helplessness” I see in a lot of women, even younger ones, that I think has to go.
Also, many women still play the game of “Look at all I do and still no one appreciates me.” Well, many of the things women take on are voluntary, so by all means volunteer if you want to, but do it because you want to do it, not because you expect admiration.
I am seriously thinking about transitioning into a more traditionally “male” career for precisely these reasons.
I click well with all types of women…from the mean girls to the weirdo’s…unfortunately people are pissed about their own shitty situations and unknowingly feel the need to point out everyone else’s quirks to either hide from their own, “as long as I’m pointing at you, no one’s looking at me” syndrome. Just realize that those “mean girls” have a much deeper problem then your public one.
Yet on the other side…some bitches are just bitches!
ma ladies changed jobs three times because of this.
as much as I hate mine, it’s male dominated and I don’t see this petty atmosphere.
not to say they’re related… just implying. 🙂
I left a 10yr management position, where every employee under me was female, to work in a place where I’m the only woman….best move of my life!
OP, if you haven’t invested too much into your career, and are willing to change, look into the trades…you’ll end up not having to work with these types of bitches anymore.
I think the solution is to set up some sort of oil pool in the middle of every major female-dominated office to have them take out their frustration, anger, and bitterness towards one another. REEEEEOOOOOWWWWW!
In fact, I think this should be required, along with live-streaming video cameras to record all the hot, steamy, greasy action.
Middle-aged women with raging PMS would just end up as a sizable puddle of flab, tampons and Crest strips. Good luck with that one, qpmzwonxeibcruv.
OP, tell the cluck-clucks that your mother taught you to do more with your life than their mothers taught them. I’m sure they were taught to grow up, find a husband and pop out a kid or four and they somehow think that’s an accomplishment. And its their husband’s Jaguar/Lexus/Benz, not theirs.