Meeting trannies at work

Today at work I saw a hulking 6'4" troonbeast with tube-shaped boobs and no bra, probably in his late thirties or forties. When he left, I was able to see that he had a tattoo of a pink women's restroom symbol on his left calf.
 
There was a MtF troon who recently quit my employer. It's a very blue collar job that is public facing and our clientele tend to be lower-class/working class types. So not really the kind of environment where one would expect to have their correct pronouns respected if you're a gender special snowflake. Keep in mind, this guy was clearly a guy and really did nothing to pass as feminine, but they sure did make it a point to wear tranny flag and "Protect Trans Kids" buttons on their uniform. Their last day on the job they made it very clear that they were leaving the job, were glad they were leaving, and complained constantly about customers "misgendering" them and "using slurs". They were insufferable.
 
if not for earning diversity hire points there'd be zero reasons to hire these people. They fucking suck at their jobs.

I have dealt with two directly and they focused more on their pronouns being used in meetings and in emails than any work being handled.

one misgender and the meeting or email thread is only talking about themselves and not the topic we are having the email or meeting for in the first place.
 
if not for earning diversity hire points there'd be zero reasons to hire these people. They fucking suck at their jobs.

I have dealt with two directly and they focused more on their pronouns being used in meetings and in emails than any work being handled.

one misgender and the meeting or email thread is only talking about themselves and not the topic we are having the email or meeting for in the first place.

You could say that about most minority groups.
 
I've recently come into contact with a couple pooners. fascinating critters. I kinda feel bad for them, test is so clearly poisonous to them and it's so hard to take them seriously in a professional context when they look and sound like an 12 y/o.
 
I work in a very liberal environment so I’m no stranger to them, mostly pooners and non binaries (yes in public!) who work there as well as all the other archetypes of art hoes, theatre kids with broken dreams as I pretend not to notice or just basic caveman communication. I mostly work doing heavy lifting and installations so I don’t get to see them much as they work selling tickets. But I’ve had to install, even defacto curate for some other insane liberal types that border this stuff too. I want to quit and get a new job but I don’t want to put my family in jeopardy.
 
Saw a doozy today. I interact with a few troon patients here and there - the ones I deal with directly are actually generally okay, notwithstanding their belief that "nobody can tell" when not infrequently I can literally see passersby doing double takes at the tranny, nudging their friends to look, or surreptitiously photographing them because their appearance is so terrifying let cartoonishly hilarious. Even so, the vast majority of them are at least capable of conducting themselves appropriately during a professional interaction and chill about it when we fuck up on the "pronoun respecting", so we generally don't mind dealing with them.

But holy shit, this guy. Mobility scooter, fat, smelt like a port-a-john at Burning Man, and for a brief second I got a jolt because I legitimately thought I was dealing with Jonathan Yaniv (looked exactly like him in his blonde wannabe pageant queen phase). Anyway, he kept complaining that he needed to get his supply of disability/welfare-supplied diapers but couldn't due to some mix-up on the government's end, and had no money to buy more upon discharge to get him by. He did seem impaired enough to have trouble solving an issue like that himself, so one of us took pity and started making phone calls trying to arrange something for him.

Now, I preface this by making sure everybody understands that requests for incontinence products to be covered by welfare/disability are rarely denied because it would be cruel to poor people who legitimately need them, but this program does get abused, because if you tell your doctor and the government that you're a pants-shitter they tend to take you at your word. Anyway, here's the kicker: After some phone tag we were able to find out that this particular troon had been banned from the diaper program and we were advised not to give him any either. Usually that means a scammer was caught selling government-funded diapers online for cash. Not this particular tranny though, turns out he got cut off when either a HCW or government worker somehow found out he wasn't actually incontinent but just wanted to indulge a diaper fetish on the taxpayers' dime.
 
I work in medical imaging behind the scenes. If someone is a biological female we are required to ask if they are pregnant. I've had a couple people freak out on me for asking a necessary medical question for their safety. I groan every time I pull up a patients chart and it says "they/them" or trans whatever.
 
I work in medical imaging behind the scenes. If someone is a biological female we are required to ask if they are pregnant. I've had a couple people freak out on me for asking a necessary medical question for their safety. I groan every time I pull up a patients chart and it says "they/them" or trans whatever.
Respond with "Are you saying men can't get pregnant, transphobe?"
 
I am Once Again complaining about troons.

Mentioned in another thread that I work in a thrift store and unfortunately we have a few TIMs that are employed. Haven’t interacted much with one save for him asking if I could hold something so he could go smoke (Tell me- black witch hat, black dress and stockings. In 80 something degree weather. When he works in the back and doesn’t interact with customers. Narcissism I swear it.) but the other… lord save me the other.

Easily 6”+, built like a linebacker with developed bulimia, fried silver hair, they/them and enby pin on his apron and always wearing some kind of egregious eyeliner. Thought, again, that he was just faggy since he’s dating another cashier (greasy and way too sensitive for a man his age imo) but the other day and a few days since he’s been coming in on his off days in… what I can best describe as a mans version of goth if it was somehow tiktok-ified and woobified. Ripped fishnets, shien quality dress, anime pins, ‘pentagram’ necklace, miku lanyard and doc martens and just… TTD I swear to everything that is good to this world. Motherfucker has the audacity to act pretentious and catty when most of the workers (managers included) are mostly older women who think he’s disgusting. Same day we had multiple customers come to us and complain because they were tonguing in the front of the store and I am just… so. So tired.
I don't get how Tims all claim autism but then dress like that. All that shit is EXTREMELY uncomfortable and irritating and generally sensorially triggering to wear. It's one of the reasons (aside from the mutton dressed as lamb, looking stupid side of things) that has normal people sick of that shit by the time they are about 20 and move ever more toward balancing function with fashion.

Maybe their autism is made worse by it and they don't even realise and spend the time more wound up than they otherwise would be.

Even the shitty gross mid 2000s girl jeans that the likes of Kevin gibes cram themsleves into are uncomfortable because of the tightness, cut, and waist height.

It's another part of what makes them viscerally off putting. Your skin crawls in sympathetic flashbacks of what it feels like to be wearing that shit.
Fishnets are incredibly uncomfortable, on your feet, as well as tights under Jean shorts.
And these are clothes that fit. Tim's generally are crammed into too small clothes on top of everything else. Before you get onto their cheap, badly applied makeup caking their face and eyes, and their lank yet frizzy hair whipping around unbound, the look usually topped by some wonky glasses.
It's a sensory fucking nightmare.


@vanilla_pepsi_head
What happened when you had to break the news about the situation /diaper deception discovery to the troon?
 
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All that shit is EXTREMELY uncomfortable and irritating and generally sensorially triggering to wear. It's one of the reasons (aside from the mutton dressed as lamb, looking stupid side of things) that has normal people sick of that shit by the time they are about 20 and move ever more toward balancing function with fashion.
Yep! I’ve got more horror stories about him but didn’t want to shit up the thread. To date he’s worn fishnets, rave gear, multi layered skirts, tube tops, mini shorts, and one time I saw the strings of a damn thong poking out of his pants. Because once again. 6 foot+, mid to late 40s, and easily 200+ pounds.

Actually getting him in the process of being fired due to his aggressiveness (Threatening shoppers, coworkers, and even managers) and his… weird obsession with one of the night crew girls. She’s not even twenty and pretty high functioning but a decent worker and nice to everyone. I’m guessing he’s been way too overbearing because she recently complained to me that he’s been creepy asking her where she gets her clothes, copying her outfits (but sexualizing them? After she told me I paid attention more and if she wore say cargo pants and a band tee the night before he’d wear fishnets, a strapless tee and ripped cargo shorts the day after) and just in general being a freak. I’ve been waiting for a chance to really boot him out of the store so heres to hoping since everyone has a soft spot for her given she’s our youngest coworker.
 
>Male coworker acquaintance is driving me and his female friend home
>He drops her off around the corner of her apartment and starts to drive away
>I say "Oh let's make sure she gets inside safe first"
>He corrects me "X's pronouns are they/them"
>I say "Oh. Ok. I just want to make sure..." and trailed off before I finished saying "she gets inside safe"

I'm so glad he defended her stupid nonbinary identity, much more important than making sure she gets into her apartment safe. It's ok, she doesn't identify as a woman, so that means she is no longer the 5'4", small, obvious woman that she is. She will just tell any potential attackers that she's nonbinary and they will apologize and leave her alone. I want to scream.
 
Not quite what this thread is for, but I have a question to the Swedefags here: how difficult it is for a tranny to get a job there? I have an acquaintance from there who never had a job and is whining about how his gibs are being cut and how transphobic the job market over there is. I would think Sweden is a progressive country...
 
Not quite what this thread is for, but I have a question to the Swedefags here: how difficult it is for a tranny to get a job there? I have an acquaintance from there who never had a job and is whining about how his gibs are being cut and how transphobic the job market over there is. I would think Sweden is a progressive country...
Not necessarily swedish but spent enough time around northern Europe. They are certainly progressive countries, however most are also not stupid. Meaning that if a man shows up dressed as a woman most know not to hire the person. While there will certainly be progressive companies willing to hire such a person, most people will just be smart enough to come up with a reason as to why they hire someone else. This might be different if someone has a stellar resume, experience and expertise but I doubt it will be easy for your average troon to find someone willing to hire them, especially if the hiring person is a bit older
 
Oh man I haven’t seen the tranny in my work building recently. Is it too much to hope he’s 41%?
To recap for the thread, this is a big ol’ wobbly heeled T-rex type hon. He’s got teeth the size of Phar Lap and a dry triangle of pseudo-hair composite that he switches out when endangered vultures start circling him.
He minces more than a Sunderland butcher.
His wrists are limper than out of date arugula.
I can’t even hate him, because he is so, so pathetic.
 
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I work in tech so there are a few troons around (though far fewer than you'd think, from all the DEI training about troons we have to do). Fortunately there are a lot more chinks, pajeets, paddies and polacks who don't give a fuck about troons, so I hang out with them. Funny how my friends group ends up being more "diverse" than the troons, who are invariably upper class straight white people.
The main troons related interaction I have is HR types and DEI trainers mistaking me for a pooner (I'm just a schlubby woman who works in tech) and asking me my pronouns and shit like that. It's fun to fuck with them by playing dumb and asking them what they mean. They always end up saying something wildly sexist or homophobic and I just feign offence and they get all flustered, it's great fun.
Lay it on real thick. If they are too superior to you to act offended and pissed off, you could always act heartbroken
"oh wow you thought I might be a man? God I didn't think I was that ugly, wow that feels awful 😢 I didn't think I was so bad that people couldn't tell I was a man or a woman?! oh my god 😿😿😿😿😿😿 when I was a kid I was terribly bullied for looking like a boy when I cut my hair short once, I thought things had progressed enough that Id be safe to look the way I feel comfortable nowadays but I guess not 💔"
 
There's a tranny at my job. I only see him at clock in and clock out. He mostly keeps to himself so I don't really know him, aside from the general creep factor all trans have and having seen him rub his nipples in line at work once. He's about 6ft, beer belly, long greasy hair and needs a fucking bra. He started transitioning shortly after working here so I saw him go from a bearded mexican dad to a shaven mexican dad that needs to wear a bra.
I am, however, friends with a coworker that used to be good friends with him. They were roommates. He was a typical gay sex pest basically that would do things like watch pornography on the living room television, and had a suicidal meltdown after telling my friend he was in love with him, getting rejected because my friend is straight. My friend left the house, called the troons (then just gay) mom and moved back in with his family the following day. That's when this guy started transitioning apparently. Gotta wonder if its not just some weird attempt to get my friend's attention.
 
@vanilla_pepsi_head
What happened when you had to break the news about the situation /diaper deception discovery to the troon?

Late but literally nothing. I didn't bother to say because it's anticlimactic enough to ruin a kind of funny tranny story. Nobody on our end was willing to actually call out the diaper fetish, because why the fuck would you if you didn't absolutely have to. We just said that from what we were told his coverage for the program has been inactive since 2017 (or whatever it was) and he'd probably have to have his doctor and regular pharmacy submit the paperwork again if he needed to reapply. He's shit out of luck, basically.

He just pretended to be confused for a second but didn't argue or chimp out or anything. I guess he loitered around the lobby trying to bum diaper money off random people after, until a kindly old gentleman bought him a small package from the outpatient pharmacy. The troon did reek like piss and was generally making people uncomfortable, I think the old guy was just the first one willing to bite the bullet and part with the $15 hoping the tranny would fucking leave, which he did. A resident doctor did walk by and unload like half a can of Axe all over the area after he left and promptly get chewed out because it's a "scent free environment" lmfao. His response was that nobody was enforcing that rule while the tranny was stinking the place up, so he thought it was okay. He had a point.

Only other troons I've dealt with recently are underaged children being loaded up on Lupron and cross-sex hormones by their affirming and well-meaning but frankly fucking retarded parents. It's not funny, though, not really. All of them had an extensive psych history and were medicated, usually pretty heavily, for years pre-trooning. Most are from lifelong generational welfare families, if it makes a difference. The one that pissed me off the worst was one teenager who pooned out and managed to get prescribed a heroic dose of testosterone and have it covered by welfare insurance. Normally, there is only one limited use code that a doctor can sign off on for the government to cover testosterone, and the criteria (logically enough) is if you are a man with extremely low testosterone below a certain level at baseline. Some retard psychologist signed off on the code because 14 year old girls on Lupron apparently count as low-T males now. It wasn't too long before either a more senior doctor or maybe the health ministry's fraud department nixed that nonsense, thankfully, in a rare display of reason from the health care industry here. The parents weren't willing to pay out of pocket for T and privately admitted they didn't like it anyway because it greatly worsened the child's pre-existing mood and behavior issues... what the fuck were you expecting??

At this point, if I suddenly became emperor or whatever, I'd probably take an approach that I'd describe as something like "DOGE, except run by Mussolini". All "mental health professionals" get paraded in front of me one by one, and they get 15 minutes to explain what they're working on right now that might convince me they don't deserve to get the rope fucking immediately. Betterhelp can still exist, but only on the condition that it will now be run out of a call center in India. I just happen to think that'd be hilarious.
 
The concept of diaper money rears it's head again🤔

Troubling point about the 14 year old pooner on an Arnie dose. I had heard that the fuckwit troon medicineers were using the low T male insurance code to loophole through permissions since things had been tightened up under Trump - I hadn't considered how that would effect the dose. Horrifying. Glad they twigged on quickly enough.
 
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