Sep. 13th, 2002

dolari: (Default)
Well, I figured out why I have the blues.

It's that test I'm taking tomorrow. Not the test itself. But having to go out in public as a female again.

Don't get me wrong - I love being female, and it's wonderful to be who you are, instead of wearing the chromosome mask you're given. But everytime I go out for a job interview...or...hell...anywhere, I get laughed at. I get pointed at. I become the evening's entertainment. I hate that.

To make it worse, I've been off my hormones for over a year, an my body has virtually reverted back to its male shape. On the hormones, I'd at least get pegged as a female ocasionally, I even had a waist...not to mention a very nice bust. But now, you see me and I'm a Man in a Dress.

Not only that, but in all the interviews I've had in the last few months, I get REALLY REALLY tired of knowing seconds into the interview that I'm not getting the job because I'm ugly. The only reason I got the Kinko's job was because EVERYONE at Kinko's knew me already. At Dell, I never interviewed in person - it was all over the phone and a VERY quick interview in a dark room.

It's a bad Catch-22 (what the hell does Catch 22 have to do with having a Catch 22?). I need a job to get back on my medication. I can't get a job because without my medication, I don't look female.

Freaks have to eat too.

I'm pretty much at my wits end on the employment situation. My nanny job is over. Erin can pretty much handle the housework now, and I'm being paid to be a fifth wheel.

I'm seriously considering giving up on being female. I mean, what's the use of being female when you can't make enough money to take care of yourself? Being male, I could easily get any job I wanted without fear of being a freak. I would be unhappy, but I would have resources again.

So do I go male and get that lucrative job offer from MegaCorp, LTD? Or do I go female, and hope that the Whataburger manager doesn't laugh in my face at my interview?

Meh.
From a webforum I frequent:

But as cool as it would be to have some sort of real power, as much fun as I think it would be to use a light-up toy lightsaber... or, ooh! How about a laser pointer... as a magic wand, nothing... ever seems to happen... when I try to make it happen. And it would appear that knowing that chants and prayers and rituals are designed to get me into the mentality to believe in something strongly enough to make it happen... sort of prevents me from believing it will happen at all.


Same thing happened to me. My foray into Wicca fizzled out really quickly...mainly because I felt ridiculous doing some of the rituals...I couldn't get into the mindset at all (I have SERIOUS suspension of disblief problems...when I see a movie, I see a movie, I don't "experience" the story) and (2) I realized I was simply transposing the Fire and Brimstone version of the Christian God on TWO new gods.

The rituals and versions of gods I was working on actually threw me out of Wicca. However, I put down Bonewits' book with the idea of "Whatever works for you." I made something that works, VERY loosely based on what I read in that book and a few others, and I'm all better now. :)
dolari: (Default)
Well, I figured out why I have the blues.

It's that test I'm taking tomorrow. Not the test itself. But having to go out in public as a female again.

Don't get me wrong - I love being female, and it's wonderful to be who you are, instead of wearing the chromosome mask you're given. But everytime I go out for a job interview...or...hell...anywhere, I get laughed at. I get pointed at. I become the evening's entertainment. I hate that.

To make it worse, I've been off my hormones for over a year, an my body has virtually reverted back to its male shape. On the hormones, I'd at least get pegged as a female ocasionally, I even had a waist...not to mention a very nice bust. But now, you see me and I'm a Man in a Dress.

Not only that, but in all the interviews I've had in the last few months, I get REALLY REALLY tired of knowing seconds into the interview that I'm not getting the job because I'm ugly. The only reason I got the Kinko's job was because EVERYONE at Kinko's knew me already. At Dell, I never interviewed in person - it was all over the phone and a VERY quick interview in a dark room.

It's a bad Catch-22 (what the hell does Catch 22 have to do with having a Catch 22?). I need a job to get back on my medication. I can't get a job because without my medication, I don't look female.

Freaks have to eat too.

I'm pretty much at my wits end on the employment situation. My nanny job is over. Erin can pretty much handle the housework now, and I'm being paid to be a fifth wheel.

I'm seriously considering giving up on being female. I mean, what's the use of being female when you can't make enough money to take care of yourself? Being male, I could easily get any job I wanted without fear of being a freak. I would be unhappy, but I would have resources again.

So do I go male and get that lucrative job offer from MegaCorp, LTD? Or do I go female, and hope that the Whataburger manager doesn't laugh in my face at my interview?

Meh.
From a webforum I frequent:

But as cool as it would be to have some sort of real power, as much fun as I think it would be to use a light-up toy lightsaber... or, ooh! How about a laser pointer... as a magic wand, nothing... ever seems to happen... when I try to make it happen. And it would appear that knowing that chants and prayers and rituals are designed to get me into the mentality to believe in something strongly enough to make it happen... sort of prevents me from believing it will happen at all.


Same thing happened to me. My foray into Wicca fizzled out really quickly...mainly because I felt ridiculous doing some of the rituals...I couldn't get into the mindset at all (I have SERIOUS suspension of disblief problems...when I see a movie, I see a movie, I don't "experience" the story) and (2) I realized I was simply transposing the Fire and Brimstone version of the Christian God on TWO new gods.

The rituals and versions of gods I was working on actually threw me out of Wicca. However, I put down Bonewits' book with the idea of "Whatever works for you." I made something that works, VERY loosely based on what I read in that book and a few others, and I'm all better now. :)
dolari: (Kitana)
Well that was a disaster.

Well...had it been an actual INTERVIEW it would have been a disaster, thankfully it wasn't.

I got an Email the other day, inviting me to take the Computer Nerdz test. I replied that I would be there Friday at 2pm. No problem.

I woke up at 12:45. Not Noon like I had planned. YIKES. I got into the shower and began to shave everything that would be in view. And then...fell asleep in the shower.

I woke up at 1:45, wrote off an Email that said "I'll be coming in at 3PM, sorry." Couldn't find my interview outfit...decided on something more casual and something that HIDES. Poofy blouse, vest, and poofy skirt. Hides everything, looks nice, not professional, but something wearable.

Got there at 3:15. Took the test and aced the Windows portion of it. Didn't do so hot on the Mac portion, but I have enough experience with it that it was only the internal hardware I was unaccustomed to.

However.

While sitting there, I heard someone come in laughing. "Did you see that guy in a skirt? He thinks he's a woman!" followed quickly by a hushed "Dude, quiet! She's right HERE."

Ouch.

I finished up my paperwork, turned it in, and they told me I'd get a call sometime next week if I'm chosen for a job, walked outside, put brake fluid in my clutch and brake reservoirs and went home.

Or at least tried to...no matter where I went to try and get home, I was basically forced to miss turns by drivers who simply HAD to get there (wherever that is) before me. I gave up and just aimed my truck in a general direction for Webberville...and I made it here just in time to see Andy going to dinner with Sean.

I'm taking care of him it seems today and tomorrow.

Ah, well...maybe I'll get in some drawing.
dolari: (Kitana)
Well that was a disaster.

Well...had it been an actual INTERVIEW it would have been a disaster, thankfully it wasn't.

I got an Email the other day, inviting me to take the Computer Nerdz test. I replied that I would be there Friday at 2pm. No problem.

I woke up at 12:45. Not Noon like I had planned. YIKES. I got into the shower and began to shave everything that would be in view. And then...fell asleep in the shower.

I woke up at 1:45, wrote off an Email that said "I'll be coming in at 3PM, sorry." Couldn't find my interview outfit...decided on something more casual and something that HIDES. Poofy blouse, vest, and poofy skirt. Hides everything, looks nice, not professional, but something wearable.

Got there at 3:15. Took the test and aced the Windows portion of it. Didn't do so hot on the Mac portion, but I have enough experience with it that it was only the internal hardware I was unaccustomed to.

However.

While sitting there, I heard someone come in laughing. "Did you see that guy in a skirt? He thinks he's a woman!" followed quickly by a hushed "Dude, quiet! She's right HERE."

Ouch.

I finished up my paperwork, turned it in, and they told me I'd get a call sometime next week if I'm chosen for a job, walked outside, put brake fluid in my clutch and brake reservoirs and went home.

Or at least tried to...no matter where I went to try and get home, I was basically forced to miss turns by drivers who simply HAD to get there (wherever that is) before me. I gave up and just aimed my truck in a general direction for Webberville...and I made it here just in time to see Andy going to dinner with Sean.

I'm taking care of him it seems today and tomorrow.

Ah, well...maybe I'll get in some drawing.
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