Last night, I sent an email just to touch base about the job interview I had a month ago. This morning, I received my reply - I was no longer being considered for the position. Since I didn't absolutely need the job, it shouldn't bother me much. However, I do feel a little bit of a sting due to the feeling of rejection. Whether I was rejected because I was transgender, or if they found a better candidate shouldn't be an issue. But I'd love to know that answer if it was appropriate for me to ask it.
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Misplacing things has always been a problem for me. I have often dealt with it by buying extra stuff, so that I can find what I need when I need it - without having to organize my environment beforehand. Now that I don't have "excess" money coming in, one of the things I have to do is develop better habits for where I temporarily store things that I bring into the house. The other day, I brought in a prescription I took home from the drug store, and do not remember what became of it. Did I combine the pills with the ones remaining from my old prescription? Or, did I misplace them in one of my rooms? If the former, I'll have no evidence that I did so. If the latter, the pills will show up some time in the future.
Just before I left for my weekly speech therapy session at Mercy, I found the pills that "My Pooka" hid from me. (I'm always joking about a mischievous
pooka when I'm missing something I know I have in my apartment. Just don't call him "Harvey". Harvey hangs out with Elwood P. Dowd.) And I was able to leave for Dobbs Ferry with a more relaxed attitude. While on the way down, I remembered that I had to schedule my yearly physical with my doctor. Since his office closes at 3:00, I pulled off at a highway exit, made the call, and got back on the road, losing only a couple of minutes.
Arriving at Mercy a little after 3:00, I worked with the two student clinicians. If my voice is recorded on the iPad they use, much of my masculine vocal resonance is captured and magnified. But if recorded on a cell phone's voice mail, my voice almost sounds feminine. There is still a lot of work that has to be done. But I know that a reasonably feminine voice can come from my voice box, given the voice of a famous transgender woman who was well known when I was young.
I drove back to my apartment to kill a couple of hours, and then drove down to Yonkers for the weekly round of board games. For once, I won a game - a round of "Exploding Kittens". And I didn't do too badly in the other games either. But my mind was elsewhere - I was checking the news and email quite a bit on the phone. (It didn't help that the host's daughter wanted to join in a couple of games, and she was another distraction to deal with.) Yet, I enjoyed myself, and will miss the camaraderie of the group for the next 3 weeks. While playing games, I had a quick message exchange with JS. Seems like our daytime get together this weekend is off - she is seeing a couple of real estate agents on Saturday. I guess financial reality is catching up with her after all....
