So as many of you know, I work at a jail and had a bit of an incident last week. After the assault, I finished my shift and worked the next scheduled shift. I emailed my supervisor and told her that I'd like to meet on Monday Oct 15 to discuss moving away from situations where this could happen again. I had originally informed her I was pregnant in the beginning of Sept so she'd have some time to think about where I should move to. At this time, she seemed really excited for me and we discussed several options for other assignments. 
I get to work on Monday and there's an email from my supervisor saying that she would require a doctor's note "explaining how you should be accommodated." 
I wanted to reply "let's start with getting me somewhere where I won't be assaulted..." but didn't. But I was mad!! 
She also said that when we spoke 6 weeks ago, I had asked her not to say or do anything about it. I replied that this was not my understanding at ALL and that she PROMISED to speak to the warden about it when he returned from hunting. (She obviously forgot and is now backtracking.)
She didn't reply to my email, so I emailed my union. And then I filed a WCB report of the assault (something I hadn't previously done as I was ok - but had I known we'd end up playing hard ball, I would have gone to the hospital, just to check, taken time off, basically milked it, but that's not me.)
So the awesome lady at the Union Hall emailed me back in record time, told me to leave work immediately and sit at the hospital with a book until I could get a doctor's note. I said that that sounded really boring and that I'd just call and try to make an appointment as soon as possible. At first I had said I'd wait for my Midwife to return to town (she's on vacation for a week) but she really pushed me to act quickly.
So I called the doctor's office, explained I was assaulted at work and needed to see someone, they weren't nice on the phone and told me to either go to the hospital or to call back Tuesday morning and book myself in their emergency walk in clinic. Ok. Not sure why she couldn't book me in at that time... 
So on Tuesday at 08:00, I told my immediate supervisor (these supervisors rotate, he's not the one I had already talked to, but he did know I was pregnant - it was HIS supervisor I'd been talking with) that I would be calling my doctor's office when they opened at 08:30 and would be making an appointment as soon as I could since obviously just saying I was pregnant wasn't good enough to be kept safe at work. 
He was like, "oh yeah, so now what are you going to be doing?" I said that I didn't really care (I've come to terms with desk duty since last week) as long as I wasn't at risk. Then he goes on about being part of the "Entitlement Generation" and how nice it must be to expect the world to bend to my needs!! I said "I don't see it that way, I'm pregnant and just need to not be assaulted for the next 4 months." But he continues his rant saying "I hate to see what your child will be like, and how they'll feel entitled to whatever they want." 
WTF?!!? And this was in front of two of my co-workers! So then he left my unit.
I called the doctor's office, made an appointment for 13:45 and emailed my union rep to keep her update - saying I had an appointment this afternoon, but that my supervisor thinks I'm part of the "Entitlement Generation" and is concerned my offspring will be worse. She immediately phoned me, and asked me if I was joking. She told me to come see her after my doctor's appointment. I agreed.
Then I went to the bathroom and cried. Obviously. 
I generally only cry when I'm REALLY mad and/or frustrated. I mean, I've worked there for over 8 years and have always done whatever was asked, I'm not one of the people who walk around feeling "entitled" to anything.
So I go to a strange doctor, he can't believe I need a note to be "kept safe" but writes one. I think he thought I was a nut job, but whatever, I was passed caring. I've never asked for a doctor's note in my life and found the whole thing very awkward. He listened to the heartbeat and I'm pretty sure that was my only moment of peace during that day. I just closed my eyes and BREATHED. 
Then I went to the Union Hall. And barely got my story out in between fits of hysterical crying. The lady was awesome, asked if I was crying because of the asshole at work or pregnancy hormones. I blamed the pregnancy and we both laughed. She told me to call in sick for the rest of my set (I have the next two sets off as vacation since my dad arrives on Saturday 
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She then told me to go to the Human Rights Commission since rude comments about pregnancy are against my Human Rights. I was surprised but agreed.
I then told my story to the nice gentleman at Human Rights (who was like a robot - NO emotion, but I think that helped, I was tapped out anyway.) So he said I had a claim, AND recommended I add discrimination based on "age" to my harassment complaint at the Union since he was making "generation" comments. (I'm 31 for Pete's sake - it's not like I'm 18 - what "generation" is he even talking about?!?!?) 
So, that's the short version of my week so far. If you're still reading, THANKS! 
The Respectful Workplaces Office (formally: Workplace Harassment Office) has already emailed and we have a meeting scheduled for Friday. The odd thing, is I've been through so much at my workplace that could have gone down to Human Rights office and *this* is the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back.
My next scheduled shift is November 11th (I think) and I'm gonna enjoy spending a few weeks with my dad, finishing my addition and puttering about.
Whew - deep breath. I'm sure all this stress is NOT good for the wee jellyfish 
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Yikes.
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