Hey thank you cassie, Trafford and loveamber!
There was an interesting conversation snippet last night. To paint the picture, we don't all sit at desks in a quiet environment, everyone is constantly moving around and shouting within quite a small area and in a fast-paced, loud, busy environment. There's not much time to have long meaningful conversations with colleagues as we're constantly interrupted by customers, telephones etc.
Anyway I was chatting to someone and he was saying that his plans for next week was to sign up at some kind of chartered institute as he's studying engineering. Because I was moving around whilst listening to him, and I was quite far away from him too, I didn't catch what he said so I replied quite loudly "An institute?".
Another guy who was standing right next to me (one of the young guys) said to me "A prostitute?!" and I looked at him as if to say "haha, grow up, like I haven't heard that before" and he promptly muttered, "sorry, I though you said prostitute". So I said to him with a smile "No but that's ok, an easy mistake to make..."
After that things went back to normal almost immediately, there was no awkwardness, and the young guy started conversations with me about his favourite dance tunes that he likes to hear when he's out and the other usual things he talks to me about. In a strange sort of way, it was nice, I'm glad it happened, I think he was trying to be funny or something, and it was like a moment where 2 folk know exactly what each other are talking about, without explicitly talking about it, you know what I mean? What I liked about it is finding out that he surely does know for sure, but it doesn't bother him. I felt accepted by him, and the whole of me, not just the part of me that I chose to put on show before it came out.
There were other folk there last night who weren't there the night before who no longer even acknowledge me, but that's fine because they don't matter to me anyway - I don't know them, they don't know me and they don't mean anything to me, and by last night I already felt strong enough to face anything anyway. If people stopping talking to me is the worst that's going to happen at work, I think it'll be ok. I think even the manager knows, but what's important to her is how well I perform my current role, and I do a pretty darn good job, everyone knows it and says it, so hopefully she realises that my past has no effect on my ability to do my current job and she doesn't equate the two.