Raised by Rats

Sure I know getting used to new pronouns for a person isn't easy.  But you'd think after seven years in the same workplace, post this event, it would sink in, right?  Not for a few of those ignorant bitches.  Today, one of them misgendered me on the phone to Helpdesk, in the hearing of other workmates, and appeared not even to get the concept of "outing" someone when I told her that's what she had just done to me.  Yeah, I know they exist, my mother's one and I can't remember hearing any sort of pronoun from her in years.  At least not while I'm there giving her the hairy eyeball.

Helpdesk, btw, didn't.

I was pretty upset for the rest of the afternoon and now, which is evening.  It's not just getting a word wrong.  It's letting me know I don't even matter enough to get an important word right.