Job Interview

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So. I had a job interview today. Executive Administrative Assistant. Okay, most folks think of that as, "Glorified Secretary," but this was more than that. Before I was allowed to even interview, I had to sign a non-disclosure about who was hiring.

This was scheduling and communications (Secretary, Public Relations, and Press Agent), running his office (Office Manager), supervising his home staff (Household Management), and arranging anything needed by his wife and three kids -- requiring relocation to a major city (I dunno... closest I can think of is Au Pair?). Salaried (of course), but that salary was going to be annually six figures. The interview went well, he wasn't bothered by my lack of a degree and thought it laudable that I'm currently pursuing my degree. My qualifications both from testimony from former employers and demonstrated impressed him.

However... (you knew that was coming, didn't you?)

I told him that my legal name was not the same as the name I had given him. This was pooh-poohed as not important. Until he heard said name. I then explained my situation.

"I'm sorry. You seem like a nice... person. You were wonderfully qualified for this, but I'm afraid that I have an image to maintain. I don't discriminate, I'll hire any woman suited for the job. If I were going to hire someone like... you... simply looking like a real woman would not be enough, you're just not the type that I could afford to be seen with."

In other words, I'm an ugly bat, and since I was qualified, if I'd had the fortune to have been labeled correctly at birth, I would have just landed an amazing job. But I wasn't so get stuffed.

Edit: When you hear your potential employer refer to you as a "tranny freak" there's really no path that's going to end with you employed there.

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