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I had manner training at work today. Also my new "improved" uniform arrived. I looked at the vest, and could tell by a glance that it was going to be too big again. Mihara came to check up on me, and while we agreed on the vest, I tried them on anyway. The pants were about 30cm too long, and when I pulled them up they were loose and the waist was too high. I pushed the waistband down to my hips where my pants usually ride, and the crotch ended up almost halfway down my thigh. Mihara told me to simply forget about the whole uniform. "You don't want to wear it anyway, right", she said. Ogawa came to inquire about it, and when told it didn't fit said they'd order a new one again. "Yeah, that's what I want to talk to you about", Mihara said cheerfully. I'll never know what they talked about, I guess. Still remains to be seen whether I'll get to wear my own clothes. It's been so long that everyone's probably used to me already anyway.
We had a drinking party again last night, and I talked to some people I hadn't had a chance to talk to before. Today, during my manner training, I was coached at handing and accepting name cards by one of the senior salesmen. He was really nice, cheerful and encouraging. Basically everyone I've met has been really kind to me, even the old guy who I was warned would be watching me like a hawk. On the other hand, I have a very strong feeling that the guy sitting directly behind me hates me with vehemence. Maybe our personalities are too similar for us to get along. Or maybe he's also gender dysmorphic and detests my freedom. Who knows. Who cares.
We had a drinking party again last night, and I talked to some people I hadn't had a chance to talk to before. Today, during my manner training, I was coached at handing and accepting name cards by one of the senior salesmen. He was really nice, cheerful and encouraging. Basically everyone I've met has been really kind to me, even the old guy who I was warned would be watching me like a hawk. On the other hand, I have a very strong feeling that the guy sitting directly behind me hates me with vehemence. Maybe our personalities are too similar for us to get along. Or maybe he's also gender dysmorphic and detests my freedom. Who knows. Who cares.