Meeting trannies at work

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At my previous job we had a Troon who lasted about a year.

I had very little to do with him as we worked in different departments. Yet somehow, I managed to earn his ire due who I was friendly with.
I was quite close with the front office ladies and would occasionally buy them chocolate and other sweet treats. This somehow rubbed him the wrong way.

He actually complained to HR about this and was told off for wasting their time.
 
My husband has a batshit insane troon at his workplace that is ruining our own holidays because of the toll it’s taking on my husband to deal with the troon on a daily basis, and I have never been more TTD in my entire fucking life.

The troon goes by a stereotypical Japanese anime girl name (let’s go with “Rika”) and does absolutely fucking nothing at work. He leaves trash everywhere, snaps at customers in a customer service job, and screeches at coworkers when told to stop hiding in the back room to cry on Snapchat. To make matters worse, the troon recently began taking “medication” (which is almost certainly estrogen HRT) that has only made him even more mentally unhinged and violent.

Seems like a problem with a simple solution, right? WRONG. His manager is outright saying that they can’t fire the troon not only because of “legal issues”, but because getting fired would “definitely” (the manager’s actual words) cause the troon to “kill himself AND OTHERS.”

So either way now I’m worrying about my husband getting attacked by a crazy fucking troon when he goes off to work every morning. Whether it’s him getting stabbed for telling the troon to clean up after himself, or becoming a casualty in a workplace shooting in the event that the troon finally gets fired. TTD.
 
Well, I told you fine folx about the one tranny who quit a few months back. Sadly, two more have taken their place. Both Male to Female, of course. One of them is thankfully quiet, keeps to himself, isn't "out and proud" about it, and can almost pass as female from a distance, but once you get up closer it becomes obvious they're a dude playing pretend. They also actually make an effort to look and sound feminine and don't just have the typically tranny faggot lisp. The other one though, he's pretty much just like having the one who quit back. Obnoxious, obviously a guy from any distance, annoying "Look at me! I'm a tranny and I want everyone to know it!" pins and paraphernalia on their safety vest, makes no effort to look feminine aside from having longer hair, and sounds like your typical lisping fruit-loop fag.

I don't get what attracts trannies to this job. A reminder, I work a very blue collar job with blue collar people in a field that caters to working class clientele. Granted, the company itself has your typical "progressive" policies, like "Use person first language. Don't say 'handicapped' or 'disabled person', say 'person with a disability'." and other feel-good, politically correct corpo-speak bullshit, but it's hard to find any company of any reasonable size that doesn't do that these days. But the grunts who do the real work and the clientele we cater to are all working class stiffs. They don't spend all day on BlewGuys or other social media keeping up with the latest identity politics trends. They don't care that you really for real are a totally real dainty widdle gorl on the inside when you clearly have meat swinging between your legs and lurch around like a football player. Your fellow coworkers might use your "preferred pronouns" around you so they don't get fired when you pitch a tard tantrum, but they definitely don't believe you're really just a smoll widdle gurly-gorl on the inside because you say so. And the clientele absolutely does not give a single squirty shit what your pronouns are.
 
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My husband has a batshit insane troon at his workplace that is ruining our own holidays because of the toll it’s taking on my husband to deal with the troon on a daily basis, and I have never been more TTD in my entire fucking life.

The troon goes by a stereotypical Japanese anime girl name (let’s go with “Rika”) and does absolutely fucking nothing at work. He leaves trash everywhere, snaps at customers in a customer service job, and screeches at coworkers when told to stop hiding in the back room to cry on Snapchat. To make matters worse, the troon recently began taking “medication” (which is almost certainly estrogen HRT) that has only made him even more mentally unhinged and violent.

Seems like a problem with a simple solution, right? WRONG. His manager is outright saying that they can’t fire the troon not only because of “legal issues”, but because getting fired would “definitely” (the manager’s actual words) cause the troon to “kill himself AND OTHERS.”

So either way now I’m worrying about my husband getting attacked by a crazy fucking troon when he goes off to work every morning. Whether it’s him getting stabbed for telling the troon to clean up after himself, or becoming a casualty in a workplace shooting in the event that the troon finally gets fired. TTD.
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But that's at least as BIG a liability allowing an unhinged troon basically threatening workplace safety and creating a hostile work environment.

It would be worth asking this very thing to HR just to watch their neurons misfiring.
 
There’s a new troon at my work. Always smelled, said he was out of work for a year so I figured he was just poor and couldn’t afford much. Dresses badly, greasy hair, uses some VM software to play Eve Online at his desk but does decent work and never talks about tranny shit so I give him a pass.

One day I had to cover for him and sat in his chair. Immediately I could smell a reek that went beyond bad body odor, and seemed burnt into the seat.

I believe he has a stink ditch and I sat in his chair 🤢🤮

From a distance it was like unwashed armpits but a bit more acidic but the moment I sat in the chair it had a genuine bed sore/necrotic wound stench. It melded to my jeans and I had to throw them out.
 
I might have posted some of this before, but there's been developments. There is, of course, nobody at work I can talk to about any of it.

For context, I work in a large workplace that is sorted into teams (low end), branches, divisions, etc. A few months ago, an MtF joined my branch. I don't have to work with him directly, but on the branch social chat, he can't go one fucking day without reminding everyone he's a man and calling attention to his transness. Like, using the trans flag as his Zoom background, talking about his 'neurospicy' trans woman flatmate, saying it would be interesting to have JK Rowling paint his portrait because he was curious as to what somebody who didn't believe in his existence would paint (yes, he actually said that). Encouraged, of course, everybody to add pronouns to email and chat, and explained how to do it. (If I wanted to do it I'd know how to do it.)

He also has a non-binary they/them sibling so you have to wonder what his parents were doing wrong. The reason I know this TiM has a nonbinary sibling? He told the chat, of course.

I also once worked with an AWFL (affluent white female liberal) who is a single mother, has the exact libshit leftist opinions you would expect (and doesn't hide them because the workplace is generally leftist), and has purple hair. (I'm gay but couldn't give you an exact tone but something like a purplish-blue).

She was in my team years ago and talked about her 'queer daughter' (who was fucking 11 at the time). She moved out of my team but recently returned to our division and now has a trans 'son'. At first she appeared to hedge her words (I'm surprised she wasn't libshit enough to be thrilled to be honest) and kind of sometimes used they/them, sometimes talked about taking her 'kid' to an event, etc). But now it's all he/him, 'my son is a sullen teenager', no mention that her 'son' is a trans-identified female at all. She is senior to me (though not in my direct line of reporting) but if I leave this workplace I feel like approaching her and begging her 'please don't let your daughter take testosterone'. It would probably be fruitless to do so, I imagine, but at least I'd have made an effort.
 
This is a good premise for a hidden camera reality show. Tell them it's the Office, but really it's Animal Planet complete with David Attenbourough voiceover dissecting the social dynamics with clinical animal language.
 
I work in a university (nothing important, I'm just a pencil pusher), so I encounter trannies far too often. I try to ignore and avoid them quietly, but they seem to seek me out.
 
Am barista at a coffee shop near some offices. Fat pooner with a huge they/them pronoun tag (like, font size 48 huge) comes in with her old lady manager who’s treating her to coffee, and the old lady says to me “let’s wait until she decides what she wants”. Pooner gives her a look and the old lady corrects herself: “oh right, he. When he decides.”

Wrong pronouns twice :story:
 
The last few years I've been watching in silent horror as someone at work transitions. She went from a short, fat, autistic lesbian to a short, fat, autistic lesbian with no tits and a giant gut (shaped like Homer Simpson).

She started taking testosterone recently, so now she has acne and a weird patch of scraggly chin whiskers. The worst part of it all is her foul body odor since starting T. It's like nothing I've ever smelled before - it just smells "wrong".

She's now (of course) obsessed with "Heated Rivalry", and makes gross sexual jokes about it. This is someone who's making themselves as physically repulsive as possible, and she thinks - what? She's going to turn into a hot twink?
 
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My office recently hired a troon. All I knew beforehand was that a new person was joining a support staff team I work on. Higher ups were excited for their start date. Had a support meeting last week, signed on to zoom and immediately clocked him. It was more of a listen than participate meeting so I didn’t have to look at my screen.

Thankfully I don’t have to interact with him for what I do. I might have CC him on an email once in a while and he might have to CC me.

Did a little digging at work and in private, he’s part of the neurodivergent committee mailings (because of course) and found his deadname.
 
I work at a very large business that's national in scope and also quite liberal. You can imagine what my life is like on the daily...and being in management.

The first time I saw a troon at work was before the Chinese Flu. I was walking towards a meeting room when I saw someone in front of me who wasn't that much less stocky than I am. My first thought was, "That, Zyklon, is a fucking man in a dress."

I get to the meeting and seated in front was that man in a dress. The purpose of the meeting? A progressive leftist Hitler Youth rally to promote troonism at work. We had not one, but three fucking troons lecture us about their lives for over an hour.

About a year later my boss temporarily assigned me a new staffer and it was a MtF troon. Dumb as a brick, hormoned to the gills and emotionally unstable. They ended up leaving after a while, I'm not sure whether it was performance issues or they just didn't want to work there, but a few years later I was picking up some food at a drive through and they were working there. I pretended not to see him and he scurried away out of embarrassment.

I suspect there are a few troons working in my building now but it's a big place and I don't go out of my way to see them. I can't warn my boss not to assign me any troons (or jeets) in the future because she's a fucking prog leftist as well.
 
Turns out I don't have to suspect. Some faggot wearing a dress no actual woman would be caught in crossed my path today. I suspect he sensed my simmering hostility because he looked at me quickly and scurried off.
 
Hello, I've lurked for a long time but decided to finally make an account as I have a couple of stories. I knew several troons at my last job. No really dramatic encounters, but they were some odd characters. Two TiMs, two TiFs.

First TiM was one of those faggots who can't shut the fuck up about being trans and tries to make every conversation about himself. Any discussion, work related or not, would be circled back to "as a trans woman..." Very shameless and would openly talk about his SRS unprompted. This guy annoyed me because he had a very condescending way of speaking, and one of those personalities where he needed to "one up" everyone constantly. E.g. you'd mention you saw Movie X over the weekend, and he'd butt in and say "Movie X is trash, Movie Y is much better. Btw I'm trans."

Second TiM was less annoying, he was an autistic introvert weirdo who mostly kept to himself, although it didn't stop him from occasionally sperging out about tranny shit from time to time or alluding to his sexual fetishes in ordinary conversation. Anyone else who had openly talked like this would have been written up or fired, but this was at a progressive company at the height of tranny hysteria, so nothing ever came of it.

First TiF I had no idea was a pooner at first, as she went by a neutral name. (think Alex) Later showed up at work with a pube beard. She was in a different department so I rarely interacted with her.

Second TiF was only in retrospect, but was a woman I had a lot of respect for. She was intelligent, competent and all-around a pleasant person to work with. It was only after I left that job that I found out she had since cut off her breasts and started taking testosterone. This one made me very angry and sad because unlike the others who were just fuckups at life, she had a lot going for her and threw it all in the trash for no reason. Strangely, she still goes by a female name. (think something like "Elle")
 
I honestly don't know if I spotted a gigahon or just a woman with unfortunate proportions
at work last week.
What pointed towards that being a troon: leopard print leggins worn with jean shorts, (s)he had a large upper body with very male fat distribution & wide shoulders and was as tall or taller as the guy (s)he was walking next to.
Things that point against: legs were really not shaped like a dude's and I didn't see the face straight on.

So... 50/50? I'll see if I will run into that specimen again and will be able to get a better look.
 
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I think one of my co-workers is on the cusp of trooning out.
One of the cringiest humans I'd ever met is altering their voice in a weird ass way and dyeing their hair, as if low-key revealing you're a consoomer furry during meetings wasn't putting enough disgust on everyone's mind when dealing with them.
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Small followup on this sighting.

Troonout confirmed, I repeat, troonout confirmed.
It was a whole shebang in front of the whole workplace and everyone clapped (tm).

if you are a sane person you'd think this is the end of it but nope.

It seems that it started on subtle ways to flaunting their new "weird trick to be unfireable".
Showing up on meetings it was not invited to "just to say hello" while wearing bimbo pieces of clothing.
Saying "well you may address me by my original name but I prefer [NAME OF ONE OF THE YOUNGER FEMALE EMPLOYEES]" and with that tee-heeing its way to "owo which one of us you are addressing to?".

Dang, I liked this job.
 
Left a job with a clocky troon sysadmin recently for another, better-paying job with an even clockier troon sysadmin.

Why is part of my "and additional duties as assigned" job description to bear the load of cognitive dissonance on behalf of a mentally-ill coworker?
 
I've got an update from my previous post.

A couple of weeks ago I found out why the Troon I used to work with hated me.
One of the front office ladies was a Lesbian and I figured he had the hots for her.
Turns out I was correct and he asked her out and got turned down.

For some reason He blamed getting turned down on me.
 
Daylighting at a local shop that does Trading Card Games (Main job is at a literal graveyard during the graveyard shift) to get some extra money, and holy shit are there trannies everywhere. I shouldn't be surprised that Magic and Pokemon draws these freaks to congregate, but it's pretty bad. I'd never in a million years allow my son to go into one of these shops, much less unattended (Which a shocking number of parents allow), in fear that the axe-wound fags would try and indoctrinate my kid. Not even fucking kid games are safe anymore.

One of my coworkers in particular is noted as "one of the rudest, most snarky employees I’ve ever encountered" according to a review (and it's not the only one on him). The tranny in question has a voice deeper than most men in their 30's, and has the same standoffish attitude of a spoiled kid that always got his way growing up. Any amount of pushback or asking questions results in him having a shitfit and accusing you of being bigoted and questioning his knowledge "because I'm a woman". It's unfortunate because the owner of the shop just responds to any (rightful) complaints about this faggot with the same lame "You probably shouldn’t shop here if you are going to discriminate against our staff" response that's become expected of modern-day retards. Totally glosses over the actual complaint and accuses the shopper of discriminating. I don't think I can work here for much longer, I'm sure there are better paying jobs that allow me to work just mornings and don't force me to deal with the pronoun mafia every single day. Hope it goes out of business after I leave.
 
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