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[bymythroat]

I finally have a night off and i am bored. I complain all the time about being busy but then i have a night off and i wish i was doing something. all i can think about is when i have to go to work next, go to school next, or run some errand. I wish i could enjoy not doing anything! I am getting a but homesick, I haven't been to my parents house

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[steve_friction]

i know exactly what you mean. about six months ago i got offered a very professional, corporate-type job, in a fancy office that is the company's nat'l headquarters. normally i'm sort of your stereotypical dyke with the boy clothes and the short hair, piercings, ink: the full meal deal. so of course i had to go shopping all buy all this "girl" clothes and had to make sure my sleeves were long, etc. now that i've been here about six months, i've been able to feel the place out enough to push the boundaries a bit in terms of what i wear and stuff. this last friday for example i wore a shirt and tie to work, granted not unusual for the guys who work here, but definetly not the norm for the ladies. needless to say, i had a couple good, long looks from some of my coworkers, even the ones who i'm good buddies with. it's been kind of a fun sociological experiment to see how people treat me after work when i'm out in the world running errands and all that, versus when i'm out doing things in my normal clothes, where you can see my ink and all that.

all-in-all it most definetly is a bunch of bull that drives me fucking nuts, but i've just sort of gotten used to the fact that it is that way. so i parade myself around as a straight woman 40+ hours a week. the only part of it that keeps me sane is knowing that i have the super secret alter-ego that clocks in at 4:30 monday through friday. and of course, having them get to know you and love you, thinking you're this great super "normal" girl, then one day they see you without sleeves and they get all weird because you know very well they would have judged you differently had they seen that tat the first time they met you, and hopefully them liking you sticks in their mind enough to override their judgements on body ornaments.

speaking to that last line there, it reminds me about a job i had like 5 years ago working at a burger king my freshman year of college. they have no rules about hair color or anything like that, so of course i was crazy, changing my hair colors every couple weeks. and honestly, i had more positive comments from the older people. i knew one lady there actually who was a regular that had developed cancer, had gone throu chemo, but was recovering. she asked me where i had purchased my (then purple) hair dye, because, she said, her hair was finally starting to grow back and she thought she might like to try something a little different. now, my job is to work with seniors all day long, and you'd be surprised how tolerant a lot of them are. i guess when you get that experienced in life you figure there are lesser things to worry about. it's the people our parents' age that really worry me these days.

but i digress. sorry i was so wordy there, didn't even think i had that much to say. *shrugs*

btw, Faith is an excellent showering song.

[bymythroat]

alot of older people come into my work too, and ask me about my tattoos and piercings and are actually interested.

it's cool that you are starting to find more freedom at your work, even if it is wearing a tie.