Today’s blog post is written by Emma Smith, Designer & Creative Technologist, PatronManager.
Let me set the scene. The Director of Engineering was pacing up and down the aisle of desks, casually checking in to see what everyone was working on, all the while muttering a question under his breath: Is Steve wearing makeup and nail polish?
Steve wasn’t wearing makeup, but I was, or at least I had been the night before. I snuck off to the restroom to double-check that I’d washed it all off, my mind racing about the letter I’d sent to HR the week prior, coming out as transgender, and asking for support. They never responded.
At that point, I was “out” everywhere but at work. I loved my job. I got to work with smart people solving tough problems. It was one of those tech jobs that’s almost absurdly cushy. Every morning we ate a catered Scandinavian breakfast. From my desk, I could see all the way up the East River. The job was fantastic in all respects but one: I had to erase myself to be there, which in turn, erased all that was good about the job.
Who knows? Maybe that odd inquiry into makeup habits had nothing to do with me. Maybe I was just paranoid. Even so, why was I paranoid at my job to begin with? New York State law was clearly on my side. But that meant almost nothing in this environment where the culture wasn’t there. So when someone from PatronManager reached out to me and said I might be a good fit for a new position there, I jumped at the chance.Read the Article