I’d like to speak to the manager!!!
I know I’ve shared about this before but it in 2025 it’s important to remember these things are still happening.
In 2001, I was working for a little internet start up company. Well, a smallish, to medium size start-up company.
In May of that year, my little company was bought by the big company Pitney Bowes. By the end of August all of my favorite employees had been let go.
For some reason, known only to someone more powerful than me, I was kept on.
My friends all got six-month severance agreements. Meanwhile, I kept going to an office that used to house 7 of us that now housed me.
Then 9/11 happened.
And if you’d read my post by 3:00 on September 11, 2001, I’d been ordered to report to Danbury, Connecticut on September 12.
I said no. And didn’t report until the end of the month.
I continued to commute to Danbury until the next spring.
On Monday morning at 7:00 a.m. I’d arrive at the Hertz car rental on 34th street at Penn Station and rent a car. I’d drive north and get to work just before 9:00.
I’d spend the week at the Danbury Ramada Inn, which also housed an Outback Steakhouse. I’d get to work at 9:00 a.m. Do my thing. Leave at 5:00. Go the gym. Drive back to the hotel. Order food to go from Outback. (They always forgot my silverware). And be in bed by 11:00.
On Friday, I’d leave work at 5:00. Drive back to NYC. Return my car. And take the subway home.
My life was horrible.
There is more to the story, but I’ll save that for another day.
On May 9, 2002, I was called into the HR office, where I was told they were restructuring the marketing team and that my position was being eliminated.
On the outside I was pissed, while on the inside, I was popping champagne.
They slid the severance agreement across the desk and said here’s what we are offering.
(I had just read a post in Men’s Health that said severance agreements are negotiable).
I told them, I’d have to read it over, and that I’d get back to them.
In the end, they paid me 10,000 dollars more than they offered, plus back bonuses.
However, I was happy, happy, happy to never drive back to Danbury, Connecticut ever again.
Truth be told, 25 years later and I’ve never been back, although I’ve been told the restaurant seen is a little more vibrant now.
It’s the end of May. I’m unemployed, and my old boss calls me. He tells me that he’s just been hired by a company in Chicago that is opening their first New York satellite office. He wants to know if I want to join the team.
I immediately say yes.
My first day is on June 10, 2002. I arrive and do my thing. I’m office manager, and I’ve been tasked with setting up a new office. We need computers, printers, internet, paper, phone etc.
I get to work.
All is well.
My boss calls me on Tuesday, to let me know that the owner of the company, Marge, will be in town on Wednesday and wants to meet me. She has arranged for us to meet for lunch.
I get to work on Wednesday and get to work. We’ve received a million boxes and I get started opening them. On my fifth or sixth box, I slide the scissors across the tape, only to slice my finger open. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
It’s still bleeding at noon when I am needing to leave for lunch with the owner of my company.
I wrap a paper towel around my finger, wrap rubber bands around it to keep it in place and leave for lunch.
Lunch is pleasant enough.
She’s nice. She asks about my goals. Where I see myself in five years. I talk about theater, wanting to be a lighting designer. It’s fine.
When I leave lunch, I go immediately to the St. Vincent emergency room and get five stitches in my finger.
The next day, I go to work as usual.
Then Friday, I repeat the process.
Around 11:00 my old boss calls and tells me to stop work.
Then proceeds to tell me what has transpired in the last 48 hours.
Thursday night, he’d had a meeting with Marge, and her assistant, where she said, Mike (the assistant) I know you are gay. Jeff is obviously gay. Looks at my boss and says, I assume you are gay. I won’t have my New York office run by all gay men. Jeff has to go.
My old boss took copious notes. Said he’d deal with it. And left the meeting.
On Friday morning, when he called me he was supposed to be on his way to a company wide meeting where, he’d be introduced to the company as the head of the new New York location. Instead, he was on his way to the airport to fly home to New York.
He told me to pack up any personal shit I had, take the new espresso make home with me, and get out of the office. By noon I was on my way uptown.
First stop, the NYC LGBT center. I met with one of their employees, who gave me the number of a civil rights attorney.
A week later, my old boss and I are sitting in his office, telling him our story.
Fun fact, it’s illegal in NYC to fire someone for being gay.
Now to the fun part of the story.
On Saturday, after the firing, my old boss, talked to her assistant, who corroborated the whole story. All the details, etc. My boss recorded the conversation. Mike never spoke to either of us again, but the damage had been done.
The lawyer sent the transcript of the phone call to the opposing attorney.
They asked for mediation.
Mediation was us sitting across the table from her, while she told me all the ways I was unqualified to do the job I’d been hired to do. Simply because theater was my first love. I’d like to say, that if you walked into any new office in NYC right now, half the employees at line level want a theater career. They may never have it, but that’s why they are in NYC.
Mediation ended poorly.
By now it’s approaching the end of 2002. The legal process is not fast.
Sometime in late November, we were called and told that they other company was settling.
Each of us would be awarded $250,000 each.
Hehehehehe.
We got checks in January.
It’s the most money I ever made for the least amount of work.
I took my money and promptly applied for graduate school.
In the end Marge’s bigotry bought me a new red Mini Cooper 5-speed, moved me from NYC to San Diego, paid for my apartment and got me through my first year of grad school.
It’s never nice of her don’t you think.
The point is, I was fired for being gay.
It’s still happening.
This is why we have pride month. This is why we fight.
Right now, my trans brothers and sisters are being asked to leave the military. Men and women willing to die for your right to be a bigot.
There are people still being fired. Silenced.
So fight. Don’t be silent. Don’t be complicit.
Do the right thing.
At remember, bigotry doesn’t pay, except when it does.
I'd Like to Speak to the Manager!!! 