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So I left at about 6:30, after my parents made a big stink about me leaving before dinner. So I ate it, I'm tired of arguing with her about anything. I got a good twenty minutes behind me before I realized I forgot my razor.
If you're M2F TG, your razor is like your towel. You CANNOT leave home without it. At all. Ever.
So I ended up leaving home AGAIN at about 7:30. Got to Austin about 9PM, and met Dean at work. After much niceness we ordered a pizza (Anyone who can make a CRISPY Pepperoni Pizza is my friend) and then we ran out again to get a few groceries. Dean wanted me to go to the interview on a full stomach, so he demanded I get food. I got it for his sake, but didn't eat it until AFTER I got back from the interview. :)
And we had a very nice night, talking and unpacking his stuff. The specter of Leeza was not over us, and we had a wonderful time...just like the old days. Dean finally went over to Leeza's about 3AM, I took a quick rinse-off shower (The hour long drive from SA to Austin is nice, but it's nicer when your air-conditioner actually WORKS).
I then sat down, determined to get through the "Women, Feminism and The Craft" chapter of Drawing Down the Moon. That chapter has kicked my ass three ways to Sunday. Basically, it explains that Witchcraft is seen by many people as a "female-only" thing. Or that females have it built into them. I have a lot of trouble with that. While I feel myself to be basically female, my genetic structure, and my body itself is not. And no amount of trimming, tucking, surgery and weight loss will fix that. When I get my surgery, I won't be female, I'll be a cut-up male. So to me, that chapter says "Its great for women - of which you are NOT." It took me SIX MONTHS to get through that chapter. I was literally reading paragraphs, and having to put the book down because I was so sad, mad or just plain mixed-up.
But I did it. I plowed through it. I hadn't touched the book a month...only to find out I was three pages away from the end of the chapter. ::shakes head::
Went to bed at 5AM. OR so I thought. I woke up at 6AM...then 8AM...then 10AM...then Noon, when Dean came in...I had a conversation with him that I can't even TRY to begin remembering. I finally woke up at 2PM....
Wednesday
Jumped in the shower and Cleaned Up Real Good. Put on my standard interview outfit (What do cowboys wear when they mean business? They wear a black blouse, grey sun dress, black tights and black flats...and a Queen Amidala Super Soaker pistol filled with water) And away I went....
The interview itself wasn't really bad. I was greeted with the standard "You aren't what we expected" look. The poor guys knew what I was right off the bat...but I didn't get the "You're not getting this job, you freak" from them. Two techies and the HR woman (Who didn't do a double take - she deserves flowers for that) shuffled me off to the meeting room. We engaged in some small talk about possible thunderstorms (which never came, you meteorological prestidigitating bastards!) and then the interview began.
The good news - the job is $14/hr.
The bad news - it's part time.
The good news - it's thirty hours a week.
The bad news - I'm not completely up to snuff on my networking
The good news - I'll willingly work the completely crazy hours they're offering.
When I left the interview, I left with a feeling of "I'm not sure I got the job, but I'm not sure I didn't get it." I can't honestly say "It's mine" or "It's not mine." I can only hope I'll know soon, cause the suspense is killing me.
Got home, had some hot wings (that Dean bought) and read a bit more of DDtM. Took a nap (I slept terribly). When Dean got in, we had a fun time, and went to get some Italian take out. Tasty tasty. I like shrimpies. We stopped a cat fight between cats we have affectionately named "S0x0rs" ('cause he looks like Socks the Cat and is an l33+ Ass), "Stubbo" (who is missing a tail) and "Gorshwin" (who has one side of his face white, and the other black).
Took a nice long drive home...saw another cat fight where the cat literally flew eight feet in the air during a pounce. Jedi Master Powers....
And that was the last two days...not bad, definitely more hopeful than ever....
So I left at about 6:30, after my parents made a big stink about me leaving before dinner. So I ate it, I'm tired of arguing with her about anything. I got a good twenty minutes behind me before I realized I forgot my razor.
If you're M2F TG, your razor is like your towel. You CANNOT leave home without it. At all. Ever.
So I ended up leaving home AGAIN at about 7:30. Got to Austin about 9PM, and met Dean at work. After much niceness we ordered a pizza (Anyone who can make a CRISPY Pepperoni Pizza is my friend) and then we ran out again to get a few groceries. Dean wanted me to go to the interview on a full stomach, so he demanded I get food. I got it for his sake, but didn't eat it until AFTER I got back from the interview. :)
And we had a very nice night, talking and unpacking his stuff. The specter of Leeza was not over us, and we had a wonderful time...just like the old days. Dean finally went over to Leeza's about 3AM, I took a quick rinse-off shower (The hour long drive from SA to Austin is nice, but it's nicer when your air-conditioner actually WORKS).
I then sat down, determined to get through the "Women, Feminism and The Craft" chapter of Drawing Down the Moon. That chapter has kicked my ass three ways to Sunday. Basically, it explains that Witchcraft is seen by many people as a "female-only" thing. Or that females have it built into them. I have a lot of trouble with that. While I feel myself to be basically female, my genetic structure, and my body itself is not. And no amount of trimming, tucking, surgery and weight loss will fix that. When I get my surgery, I won't be female, I'll be a cut-up male. So to me, that chapter says "Its great for women - of which you are NOT." It took me SIX MONTHS to get through that chapter. I was literally reading paragraphs, and having to put the book down because I was so sad, mad or just plain mixed-up.
But I did it. I plowed through it. I hadn't touched the book a month...only to find out I was three pages away from the end of the chapter. ::shakes head::
Went to bed at 5AM. OR so I thought. I woke up at 6AM...then 8AM...then 10AM...then Noon, when Dean came in...I had a conversation with him that I can't even TRY to begin remembering. I finally woke up at 2PM....
Wednesday
Jumped in the shower and Cleaned Up Real Good. Put on my standard interview outfit (What do cowboys wear when they mean business? They wear a black blouse, grey sun dress, black tights and black flats...and a Queen Amidala Super Soaker pistol filled with water) And away I went....
The interview itself wasn't really bad. I was greeted with the standard "You aren't what we expected" look. The poor guys knew what I was right off the bat...but I didn't get the "You're not getting this job, you freak" from them. Two techies and the HR woman (Who didn't do a double take - she deserves flowers for that) shuffled me off to the meeting room. We engaged in some small talk about possible thunderstorms (which never came, you meteorological prestidigitating bastards!) and then the interview began.
The good news - the job is $14/hr.
The bad news - it's part time.
The good news - it's thirty hours a week.
The bad news - I'm not completely up to snuff on my networking
The good news - I'll willingly work the completely crazy hours they're offering.
When I left the interview, I left with a feeling of "I'm not sure I got the job, but I'm not sure I didn't get it." I can't honestly say "It's mine" or "It's not mine." I can only hope I'll know soon, cause the suspense is killing me.
Got home, had some hot wings (that Dean bought) and read a bit more of DDtM. Took a nap (I slept terribly). When Dean got in, we had a fun time, and went to get some Italian take out. Tasty tasty. I like shrimpies. We stopped a cat fight between cats we have affectionately named "S0x0rs" ('cause he looks like Socks the Cat and is an l33+ Ass), "Stubbo" (who is missing a tail) and "Gorshwin" (who has one side of his face white, and the other black).
Took a nice long drive home...saw another cat fight where the cat literally flew eight feet in the air during a pounce. Jedi Master Powers....
And that was the last two days...not bad, definitely more hopeful than ever....
