I think we've all felt like the fellow in the above picture at times. There are not enough hours in the day, days in the week, weeks in a month, and months in a year. Yet, somehow, we get the most important things done. Today was one of those days where I had to juggle my time to accommodate the needs of other people who are intersecting with my life.
On Wednesday, I received two emails that would trigger changes in my schedule - one from my outplacement councilor, and the other from the HR department of a firm at which I'd like to be employed. The outplacement councilor needed to reschedule things for the end of the day, as he had a 10:00 am meeting that he had to attend. This would not be a problem for me, as I could take care of some laundry and cook at the same time, while waiting for this gentleman's call. The HR Rep was a little more disruptive, as I'd have liked to schedule her call for the morning. Instead, it was scheduled for mid afternoon. These changes aren't too dramatic - but then Maria texted me on Thursday to tell me that she had to reschedule our breakfast, and I moved it to a late afternoon snack - so that I'd avoid driving up to Dutchess county on Labor Day and then to Yonkers later the same day.
I'm trying to maximize the number of consecutive days that I can stay en-femme. It's nice to be able to keep my nails polished. And it's even nicer to be able to go out in warm weather wearing a flowing skirt. These are the little things that a woman notices and enjoys. Yet, I know that my presentation is far from perfect. So I take the occasional male reference to me in stride, because I am treated as female (let's say) 95% of the time.
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It's hard to believe that it's almost September already. Three months of unemployment so far, and only one company nibbling at my credentials. When I talked to the outplacement councilor mentioned above, he agreed with me - virtually nothing ever happens in August. September is when all hell breaks loose for roughly three months, where employers fill their slots before year-end.
I've been a bit lazy - I have not studied for my PMP exam, I have not practiced skills for my feminine voice, I have simply taken it too easy. This can be dangerous, because it is too easy to become a slacker and waste too much time, making it impossible to achieve simple goals.
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There is a part of me that would really like to go to my High School's 40th anniversary reunion en-femme. But I'd be very foolish to do so - unless I have committed myself to the path of transition, living en-femme 24x7. At my weekly board games night in Yonkers, I mentioned my High School Reunion to one of the participants, and said - I guarantee that no one would recognize me AND that I'd be the talk of the town. Going en-femme would be the wrong thing to do - and I know it. Yet, the little attention hound that I can be would love to do this.... (Don't worry - I know better than to give in to THIS temptation.)
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Vicki and I agreed that when I eventually get a job offer, that we would go out for a night on the town - both of us dressed to the nines. Each time I chat with one of my women friends, I mention that I am looking for an excuse to do this - and see how they react. Who knows - I might get the chance to do this with someone one day soon.....
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And to close out today's entry....
Gene Wilder - Puttin' on the Ritz