Meeting trannies at work

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.
Keep up the good work, this is great to hear
 
Keep up the good work, this is great to hear
"and what are your pronouns?"
"What do you mean?"
"Are you she/her, or he/him, or...?"
"Ohhh here we go, 'she works in tech and she's not the secretary, she must want to be a man'."
"No no I would never misgender someone!!
*sniffling* "I have always had to work twice as hard to be taken half as seriously..."
"Oh god I'm so sorry!!"
"Creepy blokes would always ask me 'which one's the man'? And to think I thought this was an inclusive workplace!"
"I didn't mean it like that! I love all of the 2SLGBTQIA+!!"

I'm not even gay lol it owns :story:

Even just acting confused and asking questions in DEI seminars is fun.
"What do you mean, a trans woman?"
"Well, a trans woman is a woman who was assigned male at birth, but lives in the social role of a woman."
"Oh, okay. Um, what's the social role of a woman?"

And then I sit back and watch as the woke trainer struggles to define women's place in society without sounding like a caveman but also without excluding troons. Occasionally prompting them with shit like "no, no I really want to get this right to be a good trans ally" to get them to keep talking, I love this shit
 
Some girl I used to fuck, moved in with some Pyramid scam failed real estate agent. It's a pyramid scam so if you can breath you're hired. RE fag tries to give me this sales pitch how I should join up, why its totally not a pyramid scam, ever since that moment I thought of him a retarded scumbag.

So desperate for employees he "hires" a low effort MTF who wore men's clothing, didn't bother shaving his face every day and alternated between his legal name and troon name seemingly at random. RE fag introduces MTF "new hire" who was going by "Ben" lately to his boss. Boss says something like "welcome to the team, Ben. You are going to learn so much about sales here, great to have you on the team, Ben"

MTF loses his shit, openly yells at his bosses boss "My name is "Maya" and don't you fucking dare ever call me "Ben" ever again."
 
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.
 
Saw two male troons at work today. Of course they were hanging out together. They were the only ones wearing dresses, because of course women wear spinny dresses all the time and not jeans and shirts. Their hulking shoulders and man-jaws stuck out like sore thumbs. Their falsetto voices fooled no one. People looked uncomfortable being around them, and for good reason.

I was revulsed.
 
My job involves working w academically delayed kids to get them up to state minimums in reading and math. Not SPED, mostly just victims of neglect. This is a job where trans people are VERY rare, mostly I am dealing with the polar opposite kind of crazy, mostly brainwashed ‘Christian’ parents who neglect, abuse and isolate their kids until the state intervenes bc ‘muh religious fweedom’ (their kid is 12 and can’t read.)

Anyway newer client, younger, very behind in both math and reading like most homeschooled kids. Only ever interacted with her mom. Recently I came to their house for a session and lo and behold a man in a dress answered the door. Instantly hit with the BO + perfume combo. He looks me up and down after we exchange pleasantries, scampers off upstairs and I can literally hear the sound of a PS5 startup. Doesn’t ask me any questions or give info like mom would, clearly is nowhere near as involved in kiddos life. Mom is almost certainly doing all the cleaning and cooking as well, the house was a mess when usually it’s pretty nice looking.

The kicker? Kid IMMEDIATELY said ‘that’s my dad’ as soon as I sat down. Doesn’t even try to make an effort to indulge his delusions in private. Based kid, I try to be a positive female presence in her life a few times a week the best I can.
 
Crossposting from the Random Trans Thoughts thread a while back.
My workplace is doing some Diversity, Equity and Inclusion shite about troons and it struck me how boring and soulless they are. They can't take a joke and they only make everyone else as miserable as them.
The best part was it's Navratri, some Hindu goddess festival, so all the pajeets were having a party instead. They were handing out sweets and taught us the lore about the "divine feminine" and how it's tied to the womb that gives life and some other TERFy stuff, and then we had a dance party. The jeets don't give a fuck about troons lol it rules

eta: I just realised partying with the pajeets taught me far more about diversity and inclusion than listening to yet another coomer drone on about his fetish. I know a load more things about a different culture and tradition now than I did before and shared some of mine too.
 
Have posted before here about the FTM I am cursed with... she still has tranny privilege but my co-workers' patience is wearing thin 😆

Turns out she causes more drama, is more gossipy and worst of all the biggest snitch of anyone in the whole place. Much manly man 👨
 
This fits equally here and the “people getting peaked on trannies thread” but my friend at work, in a different department, just ranted to me today about a tranny coworker of hers, apropos of nothing. I hadn’t ever given any indication to this person that I was terfy or otherwise “safe” to talk about this stuff in our very very pozzed company.

Apparently, the coworker in question is a pooner, at a very physically demanding position. Said pooner got the job, then a few months in, fucked off on medical leave to get a teat yeet and was gone for half a year. Before leaving, she made enemies of almost all her coworkers by being very combative, reporting the slightest uncomfyness to HR, and demanding all kinds of special accommodations including a special chair (she’s obese) and a special foot rest. Now that she’s back, she’s malingering and refusing to do her job as described, continuing to earn the ire of her coworkers who are being run ragged to pick up her slack.

My coworker started off her rant very carefully, emphasizing that she was only upset about the malingering, but as she went on admitted that she’s tired of the “bltg” stuff and having to walk on eggshells about pronouns and so on. She said there are several people in her department who won’t even talk to the pooner in question for fear of being written up for some perceived offense.
 
This fits equally here and the “people getting peaked on trannies thread” but my friend at work, in a different department, just ranted to me today about a tranny coworker of hers, apropos of nothing. I hadn’t ever given any indication to this person that I was terfy or otherwise “safe” to talk about this stuff in our very very pozzed company.

Apparently, the coworker in question is a pooner, at a very physically demanding position. Said pooner got the job, then a few months in, fucked off on medical leave to get a teat yeet and was gone for half a year. Before leaving, she made enemies of almost all her coworkers by being very combative, reporting the slightest uncomfyness to HR, and demanding all kinds of special accommodations including a special chair (she’s obese) and a special foot rest. Now that she’s back, she’s malingering and refusing to do her job as described, continuing to earn the ire of her coworkers who are being run ragged to pick up her slack.

My coworker started off her rant very carefully, emphasizing that she was only upset about the malingering, but as she went on admitted that she’s tired of the “bltg” stuff and having to walk on eggshells about pronouns and so on. She said there are several people in her department who won’t even talk to the pooner in question for fear of being written up for some perceived offense.
Lol @ hiring a pooner to do a physically demanding job. Don't they realize that she's not actually male and doesn't actually have male strength?
 
Lol @ hiring a pooner to do a physically demanding job. Don't they realize that she's not actually male and doesn't actually have male strength?
Like I said, very pozzed company. When Trump announced he was gutting DEI they put out a statement saying “not us!” and doubled down. One of the men in the department despaired that they have to hire five unqualified-but-box-ticking people who can’t do the job before they can hire one qualified white male.
 
Lol @ hiring a pooner to do a physically demanding job. Don't they realize that she's not actually male and doesn't actually have male strength?
Ironically, lots of M2F in physically demanding jobs. It's that fetishistic gender line they tightrope walk between wanting to see people bend the knee to their pronouns and clock them.
 
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.
Update on this fag: Worked with him a bit yesterday and he started bitching to me about not being able to have kids despite having “child birthing hips” and that I'm being “ungrateful”because I’m willingly childfree. Same man who said he wanted to kick a child that was crying in the store. I reported him to the manager on shift because he also started talking about getting ran through by black guys on his weekend off but just… Ew. He’s twice my senior and acts like this. Just…. Ew.
 
During the pandemic I worked for a company that was making banking software. We had programmers and support people who'd interact with the finance people in real time, so they'd be exposed to real customer data. That mean that their accounts by which they got into the system (per FTC) had to reflect their real, legal, exist-on-government-paper names. So if you go by "Sully," but your legal name is "tecumseh.sullivan" then that is what your Microsoft Entra name is going to be.

This was my first exposure to the modern work-from-home troon explosion. But we hired a "Sully" that HR told was to go by "Sally." With all the caveats that outside of the play fantasy of Slack the actual legal name was something else entirely from the hiring paperwork I was given.

As I griped to a co-worker as I was making the various entries, I could otherwise foresee the Gestapo lighting in my face as my nuts are being crushed by FTC investigators questioning why I gave a person with a fake name access to bank accounts. (Or, conversely, I suppose I could foresee that my nuts would be crushed by investigators asking why I didn't give the troon whatever SHE wanted…)

I had to explain to Sully/Sally the uncomfortable realities of course. To his credit, he understood, and said his name would change eventually. Confrontation is much easier over Zoom, I suppose.

Was a perfectly decent person to work with. Was a blonde guy hitting the twink wall, it seemed, and was more HSTS than Gigahon. I had to work with him on a project of creating some dotNet solution to normalizing some data, and had a perfectly productive, normal nerd-out during that time. Of course he stopped turning his camera on for meetings after he started.

This kind of scenario was likely the kindliest and most coddling work environment for someone deep in troonery. Well-paid and never had to interact with anyone else in person. I suspect any anxiety he'd have working with men in an office, and in turn anxiety he'd transmit to his fellow women he'd pretend to one of, was all essentially mooted.

Of course the startup company, like the market, all went belly up when the dream ended at the end of the pandemic era.
 
Another sighting at work today - not sure if she was someone new who's about to start there or why she was being toured around.
Anyway, it was another relatively tall pooner who was still super clockable even though she was wearing a hat indoors and standing hunched over with her (small) hands mostly in her pockets. Just something about how she was carrying herself made me take a second look before she even came close and I saw her small, feminine features under the hat and the struggle stache. Definitely not older than early 20s either.
 
I think I work with some but I honestly can't tell if the two I think are trans are just kind of ugly women. I never talk to them and it's in an office so it doesn't really matter. I worked with a themby at my last job and she was super annoying though.
Oh wait realized I did have a story! Seems like this tranny doesn't work here anymore but the only time I talked to him I was out of it via fatigue and painkillers post wrist surgery. Anyways he just openly tells me about trying to kill herself and shows me all her scars so my autistic brain showed off my surgery scar and made a joke you could measure distances on maps with it. He probably didn't find that funny but in hindsight I do considering how inappropriate it is to tell someone at work you've tried to kill yourself.
 
Apparently there is one where I work but I'm lucky enough not to work on the same team with "her" (or "them," I forget exactly, coworkers only brought this person up once). I honestly don't care that much as long as the person isn't a pain to work with for the most part, but we'll see if I ever have to work on the same team as them.
 
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