Well, peeps, I've been off one of my 3 days now, and feeling pretty good. Yesterday was miserable, anxiety-wise, and after enough xanax, was under semi-control.
Why all the anxiety? Well, it's not presenting female at work with customers, but the very sudden isolation from all my used-to-be-friends coworkers....even my best friend.
Marcy called me at work, and made sure to ask for 'Beverly', and was 'She' available. My female presentation did not affect my sales, which were on par with the rest of those I work with. It's the salesforce in general, and their ignorance. What are they saying? My 'spy' says:
1.) I'm too far 'out there'....meaning I'm more developed than the other females I work with.
2.) I should wear a padded bra so they don't see the outline of my nipples through my top.
3.) They can see the straps of my bra through my white top.
4.) I'm going to affect sales with the same customers they sell to.
5.) I look like a man in women's clothes to them, and am going to have a hard time selling.
In fact, my first customer, a woman of about 35, loved dealing with me, and had to go to a neighboring department to buy, or look at refrigerators. She asked for my card, said "thank you sooo much, Beverly". I mentioned to her, in self defense, not to be surprised if the other salespeople referred to me as 'Mike', or 'Mikie'. She looked puzzled. I said "the short story? I'm Michelle Beverly (okay, I lied there...I'm Beverly Michelle), and they hung the nickname Mike, or Mikie on me. "Oh, for heavens sake" she said. We shrugged our shoulders, and rolled our eyes, and she went to look at the other appliances.
Another lady, an elderly woman, asked me to write my new phone number for her, I worte "Bev... followed by the number. She touched my arm lightly, and said "no dear, you're not a Bev, you're a Beverly. Could you write Beverly for me please?" Now.....I'm waiting for the first one of my coworkers that actually tells someone I'm ts, and I'm taking it right to the top.
I don't see me being Ms 'Nice Guy' anymore, dammit! If they're not my friends, then they are just what the company calls
them: ass ociates. Those who want to be friends again will be welcome, but those who interfere with my sales will be treated as enemies. I've had it with this bulls**it.
I've been on the outside before in my life, and survived.
Bev,
Survivor