all my bags are packed, i'm ready to go..

Jan 12, 2011 15:05

I had my second go-round with the PTB yesterday. My union rep was there in support but, unfortunately the result was the same. I am still being transferred to the other hospital away from my friends. The main reasons for this are my bad attitude towards managers and the fact I can be aggressive/threatening towards other members of staff and can be intimidating.
The Senior Manager stuck by her claims of this, refusing to name names but adamant it was correct.

My parents say I ought to approach the union and/or a solicitor to see if I can get this manager on grounds of slander and/or character defamation detrimental to my career. I'll think about it.

It does hurt though. It makes me doubt myself. What I say, how I think or feel or act around others. Whether when I sit quietly with my headphones on at 7.40am listening to James Horner in the mornings is being construed as being intimidating.

I do not mind going to this other hospital at all, but I wish it hadn't occurred like this, like I'm some kind of defective criminal that's being moved because I rock the boat too much. All I was doing was trying to stand up for myself and not get walked over. Trying to channel my "inner Golda". For that I am deemed threatening.
It just makes me so unsure of myself and also not surprised that this is coming either now.
I've worked there for 4 years, and I know that the senior management hasn't been happy with me. I don't think my work was amazing but I was attentive and diligent and I know of other people who left before me given that their work was below my standard.
What I think dammed me from day one was my "lifestyle choice". The managers don't want a trans person in their department. Unless it's one who is virtually silent, doesn't present problems and doesn't make waves. And for those years I was, the second I try and argue my own rights, for a Holy Day or a weekend off for Union affairs I am shipped out.

I can deal with the move, heck I even like the place I'll be going to work in 4 weeks time, but I wish it hadn't happened like this.
What hurts the most is that no one came to see me at all. No one who "felt threatened" by me came to tell me either officially or non officially that I was causing a problem. Instead they went straight to Risk Assessment and transfer. So much for 'one big happy theatre crew'.

work blues, sadness, management

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