Im almost ready to give up on trying to be able to be me where I work. I almost thought I would be able to get out from under the guys dress code. Around a month ago, I tried finally. I was told I didn't have to go along with the rule. Well ya but it came with another problem. She was like now trying to control me in anything I wear. She's a control freak. She gave me like a list of you can't wear this, can't wear that. Im like you are weird.
It got to the point of where Im basically like, it's easier to just be uncomfortable than fight what I thought she wanted to help at first. I could write her up for basically lying to start with and all. Only one problem, others would know my secret. I don't want everyone knowing. Well so now Im back at the same problem I was. Uncomfortable, grouped in with the guys and ya no hope.
After she made things so awful for me at work when I trusted her, I got so depressed that I got suicidal. Like I was feeling like I should just die and when god and jesus come to me, Ill get to be myself, a girl. I started to feel better more afterwards.
I wish she knew how it feels. Maybe she would have a little empathy possibly. I trusted her because she's a liberal and look where it got me. Nowhere. Well so lets go play this little movie role instead of reality. I hurt inside just typing this.
