It's been now almost five days at my new job.
I like it so far.
I think one of the things that is really impressing me is the diversity.
Towards the end of my last job, I couldn't help but notice that my old publishing house was falling down in that regard. It wasn't so much that the new hires all looked the same--or similar--though they' did. They were shaped the same--or similar.
I tend to notice that.
You see, I'm fat.
I am not trying to "rectify" this as it is as much a part of who I am as my eye color. I'm struggling to get in better shape while chasing a toddler, but I refuse to let the numbers of a scale equal my self worth. I tried that and I didn't enjoy it.
When I started at OPC (Other Publishing Company), in 2004, there were plenty of large people there. Plenty. Large women, large men. All shapes, all colors, all races, all ages.
When I left--was asked to leave--okay told to leave, the people around me were white and thin and young.
In fact, the November before, we were asked to get on this program for a discount in our health insurance. Healthy Company. For $500 off the price of our health insurance we would give the employer HR department access to our medical records and take actions that they might require.
I outright refused. What is said between my doctor and myself is between my doctor and myself. That is how Doctor-Patient privilege works. I did not want my employer knowing anything about it. Period. I was willing to pay the $500 and my husband backed me on it, 100%.
Three months later I didn't have to worry about it because I didn't have a job.
To be honest I haven't thought much about it. but I got in touch with some of my former co-workers and I found that quite a few who were laid off the same time I was also opted out. Some were thin, one was a smoker, and two others were black. I've begun to wonder if the reason I was in that part was my refusal.
I look around at my new office.
Diverse as anything.
Bodies as well as backgrounds.
I'm wondering if that is why I feel so comfortable there.