books, boxers, and walk-ins.
Feb. 15th, 2002 04:58 pmAt our organization, we don't take walk-ins. The help desk is by phone only. So whenever anyone shows up unannounced, it's somewhat unnerving. When that someone is someone who called years ago and minorly stalked my boss, it's even more frightening. I think I managed the situation okay. I tried not to give out any names of anyone in the office, but he kept asking for the head administrator. I finally relented and gave him the name of the executive director. If he's motivated enough to go to NYC to stalk him, more power to him.
Despite being unable to find a pair of clearance boxers in my size, I still deem my lunch with Sparky as good.
freakysparks, you get an "E" for Excellent.
My fridays have gone from being quiet short days in a week of long tedious shifts, to overblown adventures in minor office crises and phones ringing off the hook. And conference calls. Ones that make me feel funny inside and cause me to plot e-mails to the head of the legal department because I think we need trans education to bring everyone up to speed and I'm not sure if I should/could/want to do it. I think I do -- or at least, I think I want to participate and contribute, but without being the token or official spokesperson.
And my former boss from Feminist Bookstore called me today. She was asked to be a judge for the Lambda Literary Awards but can't do it, so she wanted to see if I would do it in her place. For the category of "Bisexual/Transgendered". Why they combine them, I don't know. Why it's combined fiction AND nonfiction, I don't know. But the nice part is I get 5 free books (and I think one of the nominees is Best Bisexual Erotica). And I get to be a judge in a national book award contest. It didn't really hit me until hours later -- I even forgot to mention it to Sparky at lunch.
But it's Friday at 4:59 pm, so off I zoom.
Despite being unable to find a pair of clearance boxers in my size, I still deem my lunch with Sparky as good.
My fridays have gone from being quiet short days in a week of long tedious shifts, to overblown adventures in minor office crises and phones ringing off the hook. And conference calls. Ones that make me feel funny inside and cause me to plot e-mails to the head of the legal department because I think we need trans education to bring everyone up to speed and I'm not sure if I should/could/want to do it. I think I do -- or at least, I think I want to participate and contribute, but without being the token or official spokesperson.
And my former boss from Feminist Bookstore called me today. She was asked to be a judge for the Lambda Literary Awards but can't do it, so she wanted to see if I would do it in her place. For the category of "Bisexual/Transgendered". Why they combine them, I don't know. Why it's combined fiction AND nonfiction, I don't know. But the nice part is I get 5 free books (and I think one of the nominees is Best Bisexual Erotica). And I get to be a judge in a national book award contest. It didn't really hit me until hours later -- I even forgot to mention it to Sparky at lunch.
But it's Friday at 4:59 pm, so off I zoom.