the importance of tribe
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seldearI'm dealing with someone insidiously nasty at work. He makes small jibes of the kind that might be joking once or twice, but which never come with an apology.
Over time, such things build up, and there's also the risk that others in the office will take their cue from him. At least one person is showing such signs. Sadly, confrontation and reformation isn't an option with the ringleader, he'll just say I'm being too sensitive and make a joke of it - probably a gender-related one that's gently derogatory to women, because that's something else he does with clockwork regularity - and I'm fairly certain things would get worse.
Just to note: there's an essential difference between teasing and being mean. There's someone else in the office who walks the jokery line on the teasing side - and he apologises when he goes too far.
At any rate, it hit breaking point this afternoon. It was get out of the office or cry.
So I phoned![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
saramund and we chatted for about 20mins, only the first few minutes of which were about the situation at work. And, God, I needed that conversation very badly - just something encouraging and familiar with a member of what jenndavis calls my "tribe".
I guess Miss Cornelia would have called it "of the race that knows Joseph", while Anne Shirley/Blythe would have called it "kindred spirits". They're simply people that you can laugh with, be silent with, be silly with, and with whom you can trust your heart.
Over the years, my tribe has changed as tribes do - members come, members go - some people drift to the outskirts, while others stay in the core. They're not defined by geographical location but by soul location - how close our spirits are.
I was so very grateful forsaramund this afternoon, and I'm glad of those of my tribe who've been around when things were down as well as when they were up, and offered encouragement, prayers, and/or hugs as necessary.
Thanks, guys.
Over time, such things build up, and there's also the risk that others in the office will take their cue from him. At least one person is showing such signs. Sadly, confrontation and reformation isn't an option with the ringleader, he'll just say I'm being too sensitive and make a joke of it - probably a gender-related one that's gently derogatory to women, because that's something else he does with clockwork regularity - and I'm fairly certain things would get worse.
Just to note: there's an essential difference between teasing and being mean. There's someone else in the office who walks the jokery line on the teasing side - and he apologises when he goes too far.
At any rate, it hit breaking point this afternoon. It was get out of the office or cry.
So I phoned
saramund and we chatted for about 20mins, only the first few minutes of which were about the situation at work. And, God, I needed that conversation very badly - just something encouraging and familiar with a member of what jenndavis calls my "tribe".I guess Miss Cornelia would have called it "of the race that knows Joseph", while Anne Shirley/Blythe would have called it "kindred spirits". They're simply people that you can laugh with, be silent with, be silly with, and with whom you can trust your heart.
Over the years, my tribe has changed as tribes do - members come, members go - some people drift to the outskirts, while others stay in the core. They're not defined by geographical location but by soul location - how close our spirits are.
I was so very grateful for
saramund this afternoon, and I'm glad of those of my tribe who've been around when things were down as well as when they were up, and offered encouragement, prayers, and/or hugs as necessary.Thanks, guys.
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Date: 2012-05-30 12:22 pm (UTC)Except that it's pretty much poison darts of the kind that I don't take from my inner Nasty Bitch To Self voice anymore - and have mostly ignored for the better part of the last twelve years.
Either he truly believes I'm "not even a pretty face" or that he doesn't have to be "gentlemanly" because I'm "not a lady" - in which case, he's a dickhead - or he's just scoring petty points.
I suspect it's also because I don't stay good and quiet and in the background (like a woman should - no, he has not actually said this, but a great many of his slurs are gender-oriented or designed to denigrate females and the feminine) - there are two other women in the office, neither of whom have a smart mouth like me. So they don't need to be taken down a peg, so to speak. I suspect it's only the loudmouthed, unfemale bitches who need to be put in their place.