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Started by King Malachite, February 22, 2012, 04:42:33 PM

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Adam (birkin)

Quote from: Malachite on May 03, 2014, 07:09:51 PM
From the seasons I've seen, 6 was my least favorite.  It was a bit too much drama for me, but as a Talice fan, that kept me drawn in and the ending the entire show with them was pretty freaking sweet.

Yeah, I was really glad they worked it out! As much as I loved Alice and Dana, I thought Tasha was really cool and kind of a nice balance for Alice.
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King Malachite

Quote from: birkin on May 03, 2014, 09:05:10 PM
Yeah, I was really glad they worked it out! As much as I loved Alice and Dana, I thought Tasha was really cool and kind of a nice balance for Alice.


Yessssss, she was!  I love how they pushed through even with the deck stacked wayyyyyyyy against them.  After Shane screwed Carmen over, these two became my favorite pairing (though I do have a soft spot for Dana and Alice).  Plus Tasha is so hot and she's such a Grumpy Cat, but I love her personality.
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"Sometimes you have to go through outer hell to get to inner heaven."

"Anomalies can make the best revolutionaries."
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Megan Joanne

Took my dog out for a short walk to do her business. There was an older lady out walking with her walker, and a cat just a short distance from us when we came out of the apartment, I show my dog and she goes crazy over it, tail wagging and pulling to get over to it. She wanted to play with it. I don't know why, thing would probably scratch her eyes out. But my dog has always loved cats, but she makes them nervous. This one seemed old, moved slowly as the lady was calling it by name to come to her, it actually seemed interested in Snickers and seemed torn between having to go home or meeting my dog.

Washed the dishes while stretching. One leg up and across the countertop. My mom comes out and sees me, she says "You are ridiculous." "Dancers do stuff like that." I replied, "Well, maybe I want to be a dancer." She's like "I hope not, we got bills to pay."

After dishes were done, continued with my stretches, did this for about a half and hour. One thing I've noticed besides having more flexibility, much of the wrinkles of cellulite that I had running down the back of my thighs, well, its not there so much anymore, and my butt has gotten tighter. That really wasn't the point in this exercising, because I always dreamed of having a big phat ass, but I feel pretty good though, more energized that I'm not sitting on my butt as much. Many days if not at work, I'd pretty much sit all day cross-stitching, only getting up to use the bathroom, find something to munch on, or take my dog out for a walk, or give her some play time, so this workout routine is very good for me. Whenever I start feeling tired I start stretching, wakes me right up. Gotta keep that blood flowing properly otherwise it'll stagnate.

Also, somehow lost weight since I last weighed myself a couple weeks ago, this also not the point of stretching. I was staying between 145-150 for a couple years now, but this morning I was about 139-140. My goal is to be able to do the splits, something I've always wanted to do but never thought I could, but also never had the ambition to really try. I've been at this every day for just about 2 weeks, 2-3 sessions (30-40 minutes at a time) a day now. I still have a long way to go, but in the meantime the other bonuses are very welcomed. I had mentioned to my mom how I noticed the difference on my legs, she rolls her eyes and tells me about how she's gotta hear about this stretching crap all the time now (I go through the extremely a lot, getting into something, then overdoing it, then she has hear about it constantly, I suppose its understandable it could get on her nerves, but so does just about everything I do). I tell her that I have to hear about the same ol' stuff from her all the time too and I don't give her a hard time about it. She asks, "Like what?" I just walked away. I love my mom a lot but she can be so negative, too much. I'm trying to do something good for myself, even told her that she should as well, maybe she wouldn't be hurting so much. She's not up for it. Oh well.

Cross-stitched a little bit. Will do more later and throughout the day. Want to have this one finished by Friday at the latest since its for a monthly challenge (dragons) over at Sprite Stitch. You don't win anything, but its good fun, and gives me the ambition to do something grand and not slack off on it.

Ate breakfast, now eating a bowl of fruit while looking on the internet. Going to get back to stitching soon.

Ooh, a little bit of thunder rumbling outside, raining.

Hmm, this topic could be a good way for me to log down each day, like a diary (but for all to see) of sorts. I tried this on my own when we first moved to Austin early last year but lost my motivation to keep it up, first logging down each day in as much detail as I could recount, but eventually forgetting days, until I stopped completely. Maybe my days were too much the same, so nothing interesting to type about.
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AnneB

Day 3 of 4 day trip... woke up.  cat stretch.. grabbed the laptop, 'see how my sisters and brothers are doing, a few giggles, a few tears, and a few concerns..   TV on, watching the Weather Channel, see if we're going to get pummeled here in Dallas before we head west, hoping no hail damage today.  Coffee made.. cat stretch again.  time to clean up, get dressed and find some breakfast/lunch. 
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Shantel

Quote from: Megan Joanne on May 26, 2014, 10:52:54 AM

Hmm, this topic could be a good way for me to log down each day, like a diary (but for all to see) of sorts. I tried this on my own when we first moved to Austin early last year but lost my motivation to keep it up, first logging down each day in as much detail as I could recount, but eventually forgetting days, until I stopped completely. Maybe my days were too much the same, so nothing interesting to type about.

Megan,
     You're a good writer and your introspective commentaries are interesting reading, perhaps you should ask Admin "FA" for permission to start your own blog, lots of folks her have one.  ~Shan~
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Megan Joanne

Thank you Shantel.  :)

This afternoon once mom went off to work, played with Snickers, more stretching, more cross-stitching. same 'ol routine. Sounds boring huh? Let me make things more interesting if I'm able. Oh, but first, almost forgot something, while mom was getting ready for work and she looked at me and told me that it looks like I'm getting kinda skinny. I told her Lost a little bit of weight. She said that it wouldn't be good for me to loose too much body fat, could make me look more like a man. A bit insensitive but true. She thought maybe the stretching wasn't good for me in that way, I had to remind her, lack of hormones, afterall stretching doesn't build up muscles, and I feel good by the way, even if my mental state is not.

Every day and every moment I can I always have music going too. So what do I listen to? Well, I spent quite some years on my own studying Japanese some years ago, back in the 90's, and while I can't do anything conversation wise, I did learn the written form, kana, and as many kanji as I could during those anime and import game years of my life. I can read all kana I see, and many kanji, but as for understanding all of what I read, well I never got that far (I've never been good at long term devotion to anything, well except the old NES system).

So, I took a really huge liking to any fun songs that are in Japanese that are catchy and I can either hum to or sing along to (I can't sing - just think of a cat being strangled, yeah), and I enjoy them very much, they put me in a happy mood. Long ago it was Bubblegum Crisis, Sailor Moon and Zenki, memorizing many of the songs from each, understanding only what words I know (meaning I get the gist, kind of). Now its J-Pop. Morning Musume got me started on that a couple years ago, can't even take a guess at how many times I listened to their whole entire playlist. Then Buono! caught my attention (listening to them right now, for the umpteenth time). And just recently a couple weeks ago I decided to give Berryz Kobo and ℃-ute a chance. Love it all! Good fun stuff that I'd want to get up and dance to.

I've never really danced before, yeah I'm serious here, was always not only too rigged but had no idea what to do, since I've always been one to have to think things through, instead of just moving with the music. Lately I find myself dancing, just simple hip movements, but hey, its better than just tapping my foot. So when mom's not home (she can't stand anything I listen to afterall, game music is the worst for her, too repetitive, drives her crazy; these girls with their voices not any different) if she left the tv on, that goes off, Youtube goes on.

I hate cross-stitching with the tv on as I can't watch a movie and be able to concentrate on what I'm doing at the same time without problems arising - dammit, stitched in the wrong spot! But music is fine and keeps me going through the monotony of X's. But I always have the window open so I can see the music videos too. Yeah, same issues have occurred as when watching tv, oops. But I enjoy my time spent this way more. I'm not one for watching tv on my own, better to play a game, at least that way I'm actually doing something. By the way I haven't played any video games in ages, too busy with the stitching. See, I have this really narrow attention span, I seem to only be able to do one thing at a time and my focus stays on just that until finally bore of it, then I find a fork in the tunnel and go another direction. I'm kind of like a horse with blinders on.

After my stretching exercises a little while ago, I wanted to check something out. How I walked. I walk really fast, and have always walked with toes pointed inwards (trip hazard there, can't count how many times I tripped over my own toes in my life) but that's the way my feet go. Normally, while I've never had a masculine walk, ever (I used to when living as a guy get made fun of for how I walked), I've never had put much emphasis in walking more feminine like either, I just walk with long strides, especially if in a hurry. And long ago I used to walk on my toes, still do occasional when barefoot. I used to be a ninja on my feet, but as years gone by I found myself crashing my heels of my feet down too hard. lately whenever I could while walking I'd try to put a tad bit of hip action into it. Most of the time I'm just way too tired to care.

So this evening, with my hips all loosened up, let's see if I can get that really nice feminine walk where your hips would sway. I had some space to walk from living room to bedroom, with mirror on wall, so a nice view with no turns or obstructions, just 18 feet forward. I tested myself out, hey, that was pretty good! Turns around, back to beginning. Again. Again. And again still, over and over. Nothing overdone, with my hips all loosened up everything seemed to move very naturally, its like my hips were rotating and rolling freely. So the test was done at different speeds, bare handed as well as with handbag slung over shoulder or carried in hand. Without shoes, with my chunky heels (only nice shoes I have) with my crappy worn out sneakers that double for everywhere including work. What I found is this looked so damn sexy with the heels on. My back straight, hips moving, I looked downright confident (oh, and lipstick just for extra effect). Now, having done this probably a hundred times this evening, could I, or moreso, could my hips remember the motion enough to automatically walk with such grace. I'll keep working at it until it becomes automatic. This is just something fun I was messing with, but it could be good for me, if applied right. Hey, singing to my favorite songs all these years helped with my voice. This I think will be my year of training, I'm not broken or even faulty, but some enhancements could help me feel better about myself.

I have no problems whatsoever passing as a woman, but see, I have very little confidence in myself, and I'm sure it shows in my quiet demeanor, and I don't do anything to make myself attractive (I used to long ago). Actually, that works, don't know how, but the quiet shy girl catches attention way too much that she (me) don't even know what to do with it. So the point of my recent activities, with the stretching to prove to myself I can accomplish something great (there are going to be some very loud woo-hoos first time I am able to completely do the splits, hopefully I don't break myself before then), but also with it comes flexibility (and balance) which works wonders on the muscles, which I figured could help me with posture (I don't hunch or anything when walking unless up a hill, but do a lot with sitting), and I think perhaps with how I walk to give me an air of confidence. This is something I think I'll continue to work on. But I got crap for clothes, that's something else I have to work on too.

Okay, its getting late, mom will be home soon, and I still have a lot of stitching do to that I want finished tonight so perhaps I'll pick this blog thing again tomorrow sometime. Right now my dog is whining for me to play with her, better show her some attention for a bit.

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Shantel

Megan,
      It seems that you're doing what I have encouraged so many others to do for self improvement, and that is a wise use of time especially when one doesn't currently have a lot of financial resources at the time for the bigger things. I encourage new trans women to go shopping even if they are flat broke and check out and stay abreast of styles, making mental notes of what things would work together for a nice feminine ensemble and would most complement their particular body type and also effectively hide problem areas.

I chuckled about your feet pointing inward when you walk, I'm just the opposite and walk like a duck tripping over things, even hooking a foot on an occasional kitchen chair leg, it's too late to do anything about it now. (Quack-quack!)
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AnneB

Woke up
got outta bed
dragged a comb
across mah hed..
Went downstairs
and had a cup..
looking up,
I noticed I was late..
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AnneB

Met some friends who took me out for breakfast .. had a nice time seeing them again.
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Megan Joanne

Woke up, took a shower, took my dog out, went to work.

No, I simply just can't keep things this abrupt, afterall what would be the point even for me to post. Okay, going into details as much as I can remember.

Rainy again today, but not like we had yesterday, just wet, so took the umbrella just in case. I certainly didn't want to be stuck at work if by the time I got off it started pouring heavily (it didn't). Not that I care that I get wet, would've been refreshing, afterall it was sprinkling a little. But I do carry a handbag and can't have anything getting ruined. Okay, so its not like I had my laptop with me like I sometimes do when I go out, but hell, I still don't understand why I even bother with a darn umbrella.

Okay, so work, first before clocking in, quickly chomped down a chocolate poptart (most of it - I wasn't in the mood for it I guess) for breakfast (I eat really good - not), then got started. Dock was still as full as it was when I had left Saturday afternoon, guess nobody had time to work anything else out. Oh boy. A lot of @#$% to get out, wonder when the next truck is. I ask the manager what he'd like me to hit first, we agreed on Housewares. I still have HBC (health and beauty care) that I wasn't able to but make a small dent in after truck unload Saturday, but since the next one isn't coming until this upcoming Saturday, I can always do HBC on Friday, and maybe if I have time get some Toys out as well (we are really backed up on toys). Normally we wouldn't be in such overload of freight but the trucks haven't been coming on the days they are supposed to, throws things off.

At one point, actually very end of the day (of work), I had just finished up my last box and was picking up my mess to bring to the back and an old guy asks if he could have my boxes before I broke them down. I already had I told him, but you are welcome to take whatever you want. He asked, "Do you have any tape to put them back together, so we could use them?", very aggravated, rudely like. I said no. He grumbled something about it. Now normally I'd have brushed him off, @#$% it, not my problem, can't have everything, even if they think they are entitled to it, and probably would have been bitching to myself about his unnecessary behavior. But I did the opposite of my usual, I told him (and his wife that came around then) that I may have a few boxes in the back. What do you need them for, like what size? Just to carry what they were intending to buy. Actually now I recognized them, seen them before, always grabbing huge amounts of this and that, such as mass amounts of shampoos and deodorant and the like. The wife was better, not so rude, she replied kinder and thanked me graciously when I brought out two boxes for her. Okay, time to get out of here before my good mood changes.

See, I'm not sure why, but I was in a really great mood today, despite sweating profusely and clothes sticking to me as usual while working. I was humming to myself and just felt good. I don't know why. I didn't get much sleep last night, maybe 4 and a half hours. But if I had to work more than the 5 hours a day that I do, it'd show the rest of that time I'd have to be there, not from the workload, but the customers, they'd soon grate on my nerves and get me mumbling curse words under my breath. None of that today though, not even that old man. Totally unusual for me.

After I clocked out I went back and got my stuff and remembered I needed to buy some new work gloves, the ones I had bought a couple weeks ago have holes in almost every fingertip, so picked some out. Had been contemplating doing myself up more, went down HBC to the make-up. Grabbed some mascara, was going to do the eyeliner thing too but figured best try the mascara first in case I have to stop using it if my sensitive eyes weren't up for it. I wanted so much to polish my nails, they look terrible, which is why I had started wearing gloves while working, but it doesn't help that much. So, I decided to try clear first. I don't know why I bought it, its just one of those things where a longing took over my senses. I used to polish my nails all the time, kept them pretty strong, and they were always very long because of it. But, if I would have stood there longer I'd had said no to it.

Got home, took my dog out. That was a waste, other than getting the electric bill in when I checked the mail, she didn't seem interested in going pee or anything, just got all dirty. Okay, get back in, take her to the bathroom, washed her wet, muddy paws off, then took another shower myself. Then, brushed mascara on my eyelashes, ooh, pretty. Lipstick/lipgloss combo after that, on lips and cheeks. Then comes the nail polish, open it up and get the strong scent of toxic fumes, ack, I don't know about this, I thinks I made a mistake buying this. I did coat all of the nails on my right hand, but after a few minutes, got a couple nail polish remover wipes and cleaned it all off. My health isn't worth the glam (thinking back to when I had vertigo years ago). Its bad enough almost everything we use has toxic something or other, but I don't need to do it for this. I threw it away. A waste of a buck, but whatever. Instead I just contaminated the environment, but that would have happened anyway.

Lunch afterwards, then stretches. Now sitting here at my laptop.
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Megan Joanne

Quote from: Shantel on May 27, 2014, 10:21:04 AM
Megan,
      It seems that you're doing what I have encouraged so many others to do for self improvement, and that is a wise use of time especially when one doesn't currently have a lot of financial resources at the time for the bigger things. I encourage new trans women to go shopping even if they are flat broke and check out and stay abreast of styles, making mental notes of what things would work together for a nice feminine ensemble and would most complement their particular body type and also effectively hide problem areas.

I chuckled about your feet pointing inward when you walk, I'm just the opposite and walk like a duck tripping over things, even hooking a foot on an occasional kitchen chair leg, it's too late to do anything about it now. (Quack-quack!)

My sister walks like that too. Sometimes I notice other women, even ones that are drop dead gorgeous, looking at them as they pass by, clothes, body, how they walk...funny walk, she walk like a duck. I actually tried it just to see how it feels, very awkward for me and hurts my knees. Okay, enough silliness.

Actually, I looked into this some minutes ago, its not normal, either way, duck or pigeon toed walking. Feet are supposed to be straight forward, otherwise there's something wrong with either your bones or muscles. No wonder when I wear flip-flops my foot tends to occasionally slip off the side and nearly causing me to stumble. But I've been walking this way my whole life as far back as I can remember. I think it stems from me sitting cross-legged all too much and other habits that caused my feet to point more inwards. Now I'm curious about that, I wonder if I can correct it myself. Sounds like another possible goal that I could shoot for. But perhaps not, as I've explained to my mom when trying on shoes, my heel don't rest where its supposed to, always off centered in the shoe I'm trying on, my foot seems to curve too much. So long as it doesn't make me into a cripple what of it. Still I'd like to try to work more on my walking, this will have to go along with having better sitting posture as well...its all connected.
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Shantel

Quote from: Megan Joanne on May 27, 2014, 06:55:30 PM
My sister walks like that too. Sometimes I notice other women, even ones that are drop dead gorgeous, looking at them as they pass by, clothes, body, how they walk...funny walk, she walk like a duck. I actually tried it just to see how it feels, very awkward for me and hurts my knees. Okay, enough silliness.

Actually, I looked into this some minutes ago, its not normal, either way, duck or pigeon toed walking. Feet are supposed to be straight forward, otherwise there's something wrong with either your bones or muscles. No wonder when I wear flip-flops my foot tends to occasionally slip off the side and nearly causing me to stumble. But I've been walking this way my whole life as far back as I can remember. I think it stems from me sitting cross-legged all too much and other habits that caused my feet to point more inwards. Now I'm curious about that, I wonder if I can correct it myself. Sounds like another possible goal that I could shoot for. But perhaps not, as I've explained to my mom when trying on shoes, my heel don't rest where its supposed to, always off centered in the shoe I'm trying on, my foot seems to curve too much. So long as it doesn't make me into a cripple what of it. Still I'd like to try to work more on my walking, this will have to go along with having better sitting posture as well...its all connected.

What we both have are congenital defects, my mom walked like a duck too, something about the relationships of knee to ankle, anyway we both have nice legs so we won't carp about it sis!
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Megan Joanne

Got up, dolled myself just to take my dog out for a walk. When I came home I immediately got on the phone with a doctor's office that I had found on the internet last night that is trans-friendly (said it on their site). Costs a lot for that first visit, a whole month's paycheck that I never have (food and bills takes it all), but the lady on the phone was nice and helped me out the best she could with the info I needed at this time, the cost, as well as if I needed a therapist's letter for them to see me and prescribe hormones, I did not need a letter. Sigh of relief there. After all these years I shouldn't think but still I was really worried about this. I was thinking about making this call since last night and I'm surprised I was able to even get any decent sleep from it. Still, nearly $400 for the initial visit is super steep. Gotta find a way to come up with the money, once I do then I can decide on them, or make some more calls. I would have made a few more after that but nerves were so shot I was shaking inside and had to use the toilet. I can get myself pretty upset, and this just over talking with somebody. Its not like they are going to literally bite my head off. I don't know why it is, but as bad as I am around people, I'm worst when on the phone than in person, just never been comfortable with telephones.

Just got through going through all of my logged info on all of my cross-stitches to prepare to sell them so I can get back on the hormones. So much as I don't want to, its either that or somehow convince someone to give me a better job, one I can do with confidence. I don't do anything with them anyway, take 'em out and look at them once in a while. It costs way too much to frame them all and put them up on the wall, so they just sit with no one else to admire them except me. I tried before to sell them (back when my mom and I became homeless) but my price was always said to be way too high, I knew this...guess its because I didn't want to let them go. Just have to figure out the best place and way to get them moving.

Mom called the vet for Snickers before she left out for work to find out how much for her to go in and get looked at, and told them about a skin problem she is having which we discovered she had last week (big crusty patches of skin with hair falling out), plus she's late on some shots. Ugh, just so much to do. But I told mom, go ahead and make the appointment for her this Friday since I get payed, and lets get her taken care of (she can take her in to the vet when I go to work), just make sure to leave enough for the electric bill and food.

Having anxiety right now. At least I found a doctor that I don't think will give me a hard time, so there is hope. In the meantime I have to relax and be patient, afterall I'd been without for much longer, a few more weeks or months as hard as it is, I can handle it. Right now, some stretching should calm me a bit.
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Megan Joanne

I got around to cross-stitching way too late yesterday. At the rate I'm going I'm not going to have this one finished when I want it to be. Been talking too much on here (good, bad, I dunno) as well as thinking (I still don't know if being here is therapeutic for me or just causing me more pain dwelling on my issues). I came on here because I felt I needed it, that maybe I could open up and be a part of something, community, but no matter how much I try it all seems so foreign to me. And when someone contacts me privately and befriends me, it gives me hope, I start to open up a little more, but then all it takes is one little thing that scares me (alarms go off in my head telling me to watch out!) and I close back up again, not sure how to respond or I run away altogether (trying to hold myself back from doing this, which is why I'm still here posting this). But there's also a part of me that thinks maybe I came here and spilled what I had about myself (the first time I was here several years ago as well as now), once again putting myself out there in the open that I am transsexual and risked possible dangers just as a means of self-destruction. But there's a part of me also that wants to let it all out, @#$% it, tell the whole world (no big deal, right?), it'll be a weight off your shoulders, but while I'd like to there are all too many good reasons to have reservations about it. I may be accepted here, but not out there, not enough. As a woman, yes, but as a transwoman, well, I've been down that route already, and the results were close to catastrophic.

I'm confused as to what to do, who to trust. Not trusting anyone has always been 'safe' but its also kept me in the dark and alone, which while its a livable life, its not a happy one (I've got tears streaming down my face as I type now). My boss called me up yesterday, told me that the other stocker didn't call nor come in yesterday nor the day before, told me that if I wanted to come in he's got some extra hours, I said sure (what the hell else do I have to do and I need the money), so I told him I could be in Thursday morning, so gotta get ready to get to work soon. But when I got up I was dead tired. Showered and still felt like crap. Didn't agree with what I saw in the mirror, definitely don't look so feminine at the moment nor feel it. Took my dog out. Thought that would wake me up a bit but still tired, I guess I'll get up some energy when I start working. Maybe I didn't sleep well, I do have a lot on my mind afterall, and like many here, not your every day worries of rent, bills and such, no, this goes much deeper, to the core of my very being.
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Shantel

Quote from: Megan Joanne on May 29, 2014, 08:14:39 AM

I'm confused as to what to do, who to trust. Not trusting anyone has always been 'safe' but its also kept me in the dark and alone, which while its a livable life, its not a happy one (I've got tears streaming down my face as I type now). My boss called me up yesterday, told me that the other stocker didn't call nor come in yesterday nor the day before, told me that if I wanted to come in he's got some extra hours, I said sure (what the hell else do I have to do and I need the money), so I told him I could be in Thursday morning, so gotta get ready to get to work soon. But when I got up I was dead tired. Showered and still felt like crap. Didn't agree with what I saw in the mirror, definitely don't look so feminine at the moment nor feel it. Took my dog out. Thought that would wake me up a bit but still tired, I guess I'll get up some energy when I start working. Maybe I didn't sleep well, I do have a lot on my mind afterall, and like many here, not your every day worries of rent, bills and such, no, this goes much deeper, to the core of my very being.

You're obviously very tired, suppose you'll have to temper your time online, something a lot of us need to do I suppose. We're here for you Megan, I am here for you. This is a place where most are fairly trustworthy, friendly and enjoy helping one another with supporting comments. Want you to feel secure with that dear!
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GnomeKid

I solemnly swear I am up to no good.

"Oh what a cute little girl, or boy if you grow up and feel thats whats inside you" - Liz Lemon

Happy to be queer!    ;)
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Megan Joanne

Worked out HBC today at my job. The day was going well until a customer started giving me a hard time. So this guy comes in, he asks me where picture frames were, I brought him to them. He wanted something big, I show him that we don't anything bigger than what he sees on the shelf. He wanted something either white or wood grain. Just what's here. Okay he says. I go back to working. He comes by a few minutes later with some frames, asks if he could put them down right here (an empty spot on one of the shelves), that he needed to go next door and will be back in 10 minutes. I never did give him a confirmation, just that I'd be there in that isle for that time.

Time goes by, he finally comes back, like 30-40 minutes later, I don't know exactly but it was much longer than 10 minutes. This was a little after 12pm. He asks where his frames were, I glanced back and told him right where he left them. He goes over to the spot. Then says, "There are only 2 frames here! What happened to the other two? I had 4 frames!" I don't know I replied. "But you were supposed to be watching them for me. Remember I told you to watch them and that I'll be back, but they aren't here, where are they!?" Well, I guess somebody walked off with the other ones. He said a few more remarks about the same. Then I snip back, "I'm sorry but I do have other customers to help in the meantime, I can't stand around babysitting your stuff!" He said, "You don't know how to talk to the customer, you shouldn't be working this kind of business." Then I blew, got really loud (for me this is a rarity, last time was a couple years ago when working register at my previous job), "Well if you have a problem with me, the manager is right over there (I point towards one of the registers at the old man), go talk to him!" A couple other customers either stopped what they were doing or turned there heads to see what was going on. He's still going on about me and his damn frames, so I say but not nicely, "Maybe there's still more in the isle?" He barks back, "Where!?" I told him where he got them from. "You show me!" So I bring him back down that isle and go back to what I was doing. By this point I was shaking, trying to put some nail files on a peg and was having difficulty with such an easy task and there was another customer, a lady standing beside me looking at some make-up whom also pretty much heard the whole conversation, and I was trying to keep from falling apart, I couldn't. My eyes were welling up with tears that I couldn't barely see, so I dropped what I was doing and went to the back, started crying uncontrollably.

Normally there'd be a lot of rage there too, but somehow there was the absence of that, I don't know why, just extreme sorrow for him to be treating me this way over some stupid frames I had no idea that he really was even going to come back for. I got myself together within a few minutes, went back out there to continue working. But the tears came back, and each time I fought them off, so a few minutes out there on the floor and I had to retreat again, this time to the restroom (the jerk passed by me on my way out of my isle, just gave me a mean look). I figured with all that crying that I'd have to clean my eyes. Thought for sure I'd have mascara running, but nope, eyes red and glazy but mascara still nice. "Hey, that's pretty good for cheap dollar stuff!" I thought to myself. I went back to working again. Still, it took some time before the sporadic waterworks completely stopped.

I had a little over an hour left before my work day was over with. Good. I focused on my job. But he was right, every bad customer ever has always been right, that I shouldn't be working in this type of business. But for a different reason than they think, those few that think they can come in and give out commands, demand things and expect it, walk all over employees for whatever reason they feel like, basically treat a human like something less think they are more important than anyone else and will be catered to or else. But the way I see it, I'm too sensitive, I take things to heart, and while most times things are good, people are generally decent, its those occasional few that get to me. And if I can't handle them and their attitude problems then maybe I am in the wrong business. The manager didn't come to me about that situation and my little outburst (I'm sure he heard at least the loudest parts of it), but I wouldn't be surprised if it comes up later when the main store manager comes back from vacation. And here I was, not even supposed to be in today, it was my day off.

I fell short of getting my HBC done, oh well, the crap is never ending anyway, there's always tomorrow, whatever. Time to go home.

I got home, cleaned myself up a little bit, pulled leg hair (via epilator), sat down and got myself something to eat, then took my dog out. Before going back in the house she was biting at her foot, I checked, damn fireant was stinging her. I pulled it off and tossed it, then checked for more on her other legs. Only one I seen. But the bitch tried to bite me, what the hell!? You had and ant on you and now you're trying to bite me! Even my dog has it out for me today. I bring her inside, loudly reprimanding her for her behavior, that I'm sacrificing for her and she does that, keep it up, I'll get the hormones and you can forget going to the vet! Note, my dog is very loving, but also very spoiled, goes through the same kind of episodes a human child does. I told her as she cower under my table that don't even think about coming around to me today, and I'm not going to play with you! I'm going to sleep for a little bit. So I did.

Woke up about a hour ago from a nightmare, I don't remember any details but somehow I was going to have the sex reassignment surgery but something was keeping me from being able to have it done, like a force was holding me back and I was trying with all my might to reach out for help but everyone there (including my mom) just stood there, and the feeling, like ultimate anguish, was so strong that I was not only crying in my dream but awoke that way too. Also for some reason my arms are bothering me, like I'm having circulatory problems, when I had woken up my right was in pain, now my left is bothering me too, maybe too much crying, too upset and my body is reacting negatively. Now I sit here typing this, really tired, like I want to die, eyes all puffy and sticky from tears still after all these words, but hey, mascara is still good!
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Shantel

Oh geeze Megan, sorry you had such a miserable day hon! ((Hugs))
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