“You see the real problem is that you are too bright, too experienced, too fat to be dated without some questions being asked and you don’t seem to be sufficiently ashamed to be kept in your place. You need to understand that you are nothing, you will always be nothing, because if you are nothing we feel like we are something. That is the real reason.”
Nobody will actually ever say that, of course, they will continue to invent mansplaining reasons why I am never to be given a break and why being bereaved simply means I am open to more abuse from increasingly stupid people.
I would like to encounter somebody who is actually capable of resolving problems, not more blaming me and moving on with substandard and unfair behaviour. The real shame is that I am still vulnerable to this bullshit.
I am tired of listening to stories about other people’s problems. I would like the problems other people have caused me to be resolved and I would like some assurance that there will be no repeat of behaviour like this ever. It is not acceptable.
This is looking increasingly unlikely, and I have rarely, if ever, been surprised. I watched two unrelated groups of nurses make assumptions and murder my mother to demonstrate that this is how the world works.
Not surprisingly I have very low expectations, and they are getting lower by the day.
I don’t see why I should be an enabler of stuff like this.
I’m tired of being told that people with twenty years less work experience are worthy of deciding what I can and cannot do for a living, and I am tired of people who cannot read a CV, never mind make judgements on who does what.
I am tired of no nice surprises.
I am tired of caring.