Wish years ago that I had the strength to stand up for myself in the workplace, even if I still would've ended up leaving there, at least I could've shown them their error in mistreating me. There it was okay to be gay, one young guy was, and it was okay for him to express himself with yellow hair, but I was told that I was to not wear any colored nail polish, was not allowed to have any hair color that wasn't natural, as well as a few other bogus things I can't recall, and I agreed just to keep my job. though over time gradually I let those things slip back in. I was the best stocker they had, working overnights, busting my butt, pretty much taking care of the whole store, would knock out in excess of 200 boxes a night, plus deal with other projects such as feature areas, endcaps, isle layout changes, and many morning managers would come in and act like I did nothing all night, what, I'm the only person aside from one other working, and they're expecting me to do the work of a whole crew.
I had a pretty coat stolen once, one I had for two weeks, that's it, told them about it, they just told me that I should've had it in my locker if it was important to me, what, a winter coat in a little tiny locker. They did nothing. Another time I was sexually harrassed by another employee, touched inappropriately, I was asked to write out a report, plus they talked with this other employee, which supposely needed a translator as his english they said wasn't very good, which was complete bull because he talked just fine to me, and all they did was warn him to stay away from me, that's it, afterall, no witnesses, but they acted like I was asking for it anyway, questioning the way I was dressed and my nails and whatnot. And then another guy calling me a ->-bleeped-<-got, which I let get to me, which even though he started the trouble, I got more in trouble for just because I cursed him out, he was a new employee, I had been there for that store at the time for about 6 years. I was betrayed once by another overnight employee that I thought was a friend, she said some things at one point that made me look bad, and pretty much every other coworker that I had worked with at some point or other all those years pretty much steered clear of me, or acted so awkward around me that I had no closeness with any of them anymore, that I was really alone in doing my work, not much interaction, no more occasional conversations, unless negative, after I had come out at work as living and dressing as a woman.
Eventually because of the abusiveness of how the managers treated me I just ended up walking out the door one day, enough was enough, just couldn't take it anymore, would have to start new elsewhere where they don't know of my whole transition. I know I should have fought back more, but I felt it was a losing battle, and one that I know I wasn't yet ready for. I'm glad for those that do have the strength to fight back though, its people like you that make a difference. Maybe it just takes me longer, at least I haven't quit at life, and am doing things differently with it than I have in the past, trying to change things for the better instead of just dreaming for those things to happen.