My journey towards femininity, with all the bumps in the road. Who knows where this road will lead? But it certainly will be a prettier road, and one well worth traveling.
Wednesday, December 18, 2019
I really didn't need to do a "half and half day" today
Today's entry will be a short one. There were only two things on my docket and I don't have too much to say about either one of them.
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The first thing I had to take care of today was to get my fingerprints taken for Census Bureau employment. Since the paperwork said that my photo might be taken, I decided to go to New Rochelle in my female presentation. It took me a while to find the room where fingerprinting was being done and found out that the photo wasn't being taken at the moment. So I chatted with the fellow for a few minutes, and then drove home in the rain.
When I got home, I relaxed for a little while, then changed into a masculine presentation. Around 3 pm, I walked to our co-op's "board room" and attended the business half of the meeting. When we were done there, we adjourned to a nearby restaurant for our end-of-year dinner meeting. This was a very pleasant gathering, and likely the last board meeting I can guarantee that I'll be there for.
Around 9 pm, I returned home to find an email from the Census Bureau in my mail box. They forwarded me the forms I'd need to fill out before I can be onboarded. It looks more and more likely that I'll be employed soon, working as Marian. I can't wait! (I only wonder what GFJ will say when I tell her the news.)
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