Yesterday was an interesting day, and, yes, that made me happy. Everyone I work with has the opportunity to know that I'm trans. I thought they all knew but, evidently, some don't. Customers Amy or may not gender me correctly, the circumstances of the job make that hard. Our company uniform is unisex, we work so hard that foundation is hard to maintain and my hair is nearly always a wreck two hours in, so except for saying "don't call me sir", under my breath, I'm not making special efforts with them.
My co-workers are another, more interesting story. All of the women, even the ones who may not know, treat me like one of the girls. The guys, when it's only guys around, treat me like one of the guys. Regardless, they're all nice to me. I kinda like that.
One of the women is a tiny thing and seven months pregnant. Without a thought she grabbed my hand and put it on her belly to feel the kicks! Correct me if I'm wrong, but every woman I've ever known would never do that with an unrelated man. It's nice to be included. I don't mind the guys, because they never seem to know how to relate to the women anyway.
If they paid better I would never leave.
