Monday I came to work and found the most horrid email in my inbox.
One of our colleagues left the company and decided to share all the dark little conversations she and one of the graphic designers had… The team is now more broken than it has ever been as what came out was so vicious that I could barely believe that anyone could be so vile.
We were all called stupid and “un-intellectual”. Our writer, a guy, was called “one of the bitches” and renamed Roxy. One of the other girls was called a “loslyf meisie” – which she isn’t. I was called a dyke – not that I mind, I think he is just jealous that I actually have a gorgeous hubby. The worst part however was that he went over the line of what is acceptable in my world – they knew that I would never have what I wanted most (a kid) since I am such a miserable person. Pity that they went there as I have had severe depression since January 2014 because of my Endo diagnoses and the fact that I would need a surrogate to ever have kids.
I would never kick a person when they are at a low point in their lives. I would extend a hand. Unfortunately this means I expect the same from the rest of the world.
You can insult my intelligence and sexuality, but I will laugh you off as an insignificant arrogant bug, but there is no forgiveness for commenting on my biggest pain the way they did.
