Supporting Each Other

Something happened yesterday that bothered me more than the rest of the usual shenanigans that I deal with on a daily basis.  

The Thinker had asked me a question about something and when I explained what I would do, I received a Hmmm in response.  Then I saw the same question asked to the group.  

I got that a lot when we were in the office.  People would ask a question and somehow the answer wasn't good enough.  Then they would find out then when they asked someone they deemed more knowledgeable, they would get the same answer I gave them. 

That was hurtful yesterday.  That's something that I expect from the diva.  I didn't tell the Thinker this but I had nominated her for a dream week at our corporate offices.  I thought it would be a nice opportunity for someone young like her that would like to move up in the company.  I do think she's been nicer to me than others, but sometimes there are hurtful moments that have happened. 

I thought of Lois this morning and how she acted up all the time.  She would say things like Lorna does this and that for her attorney, how come you don't do the same?  I don't like you is what I wanted to say, but I took the insults.

I thought about the book Lois wrote and it is an interesting story.  Lois has had an interesting life and I would have liked to read it even though the subject matter hit home for me.  If Lois had treated me nicer, I would have read it.  If it was Sosie who wrote the book, I would have read it hands down.  Sosie is nice to everyone.  It doesn't matter if you're an assistant or an executive.  She treats everyone equally.  Lois treated me like I wasn't good enough to walk her dogs.  

I will support other women.  It would be really nice more of the same support.  

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