Last week I wrote about a conversation I overheard at work about trans healthcare and medicare.
The next day, one of the two coworkers that was sitting at the desk with the woman that defended trans people asked me about the note I left.
“Hey missy, what was that note about?”
I ignored the missy. Really? One look at me pretty much yells not-a-missy. “Oh, yesterday?” Laughing nervously, “I guess I was too vague.”
“Yeah, I asked he if she knew what it meant, and she didn’t know.”
“Oh, I guess I’ll have to explain more.”
I built up the courage for the next day and a half to leave a another note with a better explanation. I didn’t have time on any of my breaks, but I still wanted to say something.
Believe it or not, this transguy actually talked to her instead!
As I was on my way out, I went by her desk and made some small talk and then got into it.
“Er- sorry that my note was so vague.”
By the look on her face, she knew it was what I came to talk about. The funny thing was, she didn’t ask what I meant. She said “what did you hear?”
“I heard-” I quickly lowered my voice, “- you and James talking about.. medicare.”
She definitely knew what I was talking about then. “Yeah. He’s… weird.”
Satisfied that she knew I was grateful, I dorkily replied “Yeah. But it’s all good,” and high-tailed it out of there. Based on her expression and how she talked, I think she knew what my note meant the whole time. I think she just said she didn’t know so didn’t have to explain to my other co-workers, protecting me from any awkward questions. I guess I’ll never really know, but it feels good on know of one sane person in my ultra-conservative workplace.