It's been two and a half weeks since I began my new job and things are finally falling into place; I spent the first week training on the phone with Prim and learning some paperwork, aaaaall last week and two days this week attempting to enter payment batches properly, and some other assorted stuff. Mostly it's been frustrating but yesterday I finally got it, I feel like some things clicked in my brain, and it should get better from here on out.
However, I work in the upstairs office with seven other women; all white, cis, straight, able bodied and all admin of some kind or another. There is a lot of negative body talk, and just from listening in to the general chatter, I know I have very little in common in other ways with them. The Amazon seems to be the most down-to-earth but she's very very busy so we don't get to chat much. Goddess is pretty snooty and Prim is well, prim, hence the nickname. Moose is loud and intimidates me a bit. The other three I haven't had a chance to really interact with, but I'm afraid it'd be more of the same; lots of body shaming (on themselves, not each other at least), and lots of casual sexism and ableism. Apparently they haven't got the memo yet that 'retarded' isn't a word you should be using, and that in this year of our Lady 2013 the men we work with don't need to be babied to get their jobs done properly, or that their casual sexism towards the guys (men are dumb children who can't do anything right without a woman's help) isn't ok.
For this fat-positive, feminist, bisexual, broke-til-next-paycheque, geek, my office isn't a fantastic place to be. I'm grateful to be working but most of the time I'm just sitting there doing data entry and keeping my mouth shut. It's too soon to start rocking the boat and I've already managed to alienate Goddess AND Prim, not to mention frustrate everyone with my inability to get the batches right last week.
In other news, the Supreme Court of the USA just struck down DOMA, so that's freakin' awesome. Happy Humpday everyone!