Have a job interview on Wednesday. I already have a job - one that I'm very unhappy in mind you - so it's not the end of the world if I don't get it, but I get the feeling this will be a good opportunity for me and I'm keen to leave where I am currently; the pressure is on! It'll be my first ever job interview as a woman, so "eek". Been trying to work out what I'll be wearing ever since Friday!!

If there's one thing I'm actually really good at though is pretending I'm cool and relaxed when I'm really wetting myself... but only up to a point. Pass that point and I probably am wetting myself. I know the organisation, their building and some of the people there, including a manager and believe I am well regarded so it is a definite plus. But still OMG. Job interview.
If that wasn't fun enough I'm having lunch with my parents on Saturday, as in my mother AND father. Mum has been great with my transition, accepting and supportive - we've met up three times over the last nine months and talk on the phone every weekend. My dad has been much less accepting - "I'm still his son" and he has, up until now not been prepared to meet with me. That he has agreed to this lunch is a bit of a surprise, most likely a sign of change of attitude, but is also scary as @#$%. I'm looking forward to it in the same way one might look forward to their first parachute jump, adrenaline pumped dread. Dunno, could be great, might be horrible. Still, it seems like a step in the right direction...we shall see!