I am heading off to Victoria for the BC-CFS SAGM. I remember the last one in Nanaimo in January.

Unready and new: twelve days on the job; too much classwork; having just pushed the very public switch to my transitional name.

Throwing together a delegation after two folks scrubbed out at the last minute; constantly relying on two experienced members; ( Read more... )

I still don't know how to write about it, and I can explain more in person.

Last weekend's CFS meeting  was a fucking trial. It involved travel to a strange and unnatural land where the sun never shines (the interior of a convention centre). It involved working on a team in an increasingly hostile environment (where people are instructed to follow ( Read more... )