At my job I always work long hours in August. I've told people months in advance that I can't do the activities they propose if they will take place in August.
Yesterday evening as I sat working in my office, it struck me that I don't mind being here. I like what I'm doing.
But what upsets me about my job is people implying that I'm not working hard, that I don't know what I am doing, that I'm not efficient.
And at Morris dance, it upsets my that the organizer shuts out people who want to be involved, and that the teacher can't teach.
But the thing is, that's what human endeavors are like. Fellow humans never behave the way we'd like them to. Part of life is accepting that and rolling with it.
But there are also times when the situation is wrong, and the best thing you can do is walk away.
Article from the New Republic about what transgender people learn from the experience of changing genders: female to male, you get treated better. Male to female, you get treated worse. Article says, “men are assumed to be competent until proven otherwise, whereas a woman is assumed to be incompetent until she proves otherwise.”
It hit me today because that's how I feel at my job. Like they assume I'm not competent.