So, I know I’ve talked about how I wait with guys to mention RA until either it comes up naturally or I decide they’re worthy of knowing. But, until now, unless you’re dating me, I’m actually very open with my RA because why not, you know?
A couple years ago, the company I worked for prior to the job I just left was one of those rah, rah, rah, we’re the best and if you leave, you might as well kiss any career aspirations goodbye because the only job you’ll be able to get will involve a pole, some lucite heels, and lots of hand sanitizer. So, you can imagine what happened when I left because I (gasp) got a better job….they trashed the hell out of me. I heard from a friend that still worked there that it was said that I quit because I had personal problems, because I had a failed relationship with a coworker and couldn’t stand working near him, and because I was a pill popper. Let me give you the short version: my brother was in Iraq (personal problems), at the company Christmas party, I shoved a male coworker because he kept biting my neck and trying to grope me under the table (failed relationship), and I always have Aleve on me due to RA (pill popping). Is anyone else reminded of a really mean-spirited game of telephone?
The job I had after (the one I have just left, hope this isn’t too confusing) had that one douchebag that continually called me “Gimpy” and thought it was hysterically funny. Now let me give you a great mental picture of the day he finally broke me: me in full professional attire, livid, walking calmly to the kitchen to where I knew his 6 pack of Diet Coke was in the fridge and shaking them all like Polaroid pictures. It was glorious.
So that brings me to this job. I’ve always been really open about it. It doesn’t bother me for anyone to know. But for some reason, I’m just really not comfortable discussing it with these coworkers. It’s nothing about them- they’re all great- I don’t really know what it is. I guess I just don’t want people to judge me on it or talk about me because of it. And it’s making me feel like a liar. My boss commented on my swollen knuckle the other day. I just shrugged it off and said I hit it hard when I was moving. I really don’t like this. But I feel SOOOO self conscious about it too.