Today 's been Damn weird.
Ok, let's start with the morning. Nearly had a heart attack upon seeing my bank account after waking up and ran in guy mode to fix it. No make up, unshaven, etc (At least I put a bra)... Kinda ok about it. With the heatwave, I don't like to waste good girl's clothing sweating all the time.
Anyways, I have the meeting for the Napo Consortium ready (
Napo is a mascot shared between several safety at work organisations), and the videoconference system up and running, when the phone starts ringing, and I am greeted by a weird mixture of english and italian. I can understand them, but they can't do the same... They are asking for Jorge. After that they as for Jordi, Giorgio...
"Madam, we would like to talk with Jorge or XXXXX, the support technicians." And I was like..... WTF?
"I'm Jorge, the helpdesk tech". I was close to saying "I'm a guy", but that was pretty much impossible (My legal name is in the conferencing documents). I was not exactly happy, and more like perplexed. I was not trying to do something with my voice. I was talking as usual, and particularly sore and in need of water.
I want to be happy about it, but every time something like this happens I blame the "mishap" in other thing. It's true that I have little resonance left and I am slightly higher in pitch than a normal male, but little else.
And well, for seconds... While going home I came across a guy that looked exactly like Mr Proper... Mr Proper in a stretch top and a mini pencil skirt. My first thought: [i["Mmmm.... A more open skirt would fit him/her much better... But damn, I want that skirt"[/i]