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I should be sitting here depressed that I am not working at that full-time job. I’m not. Quite frankly, right now I don’t care.
I find it funny that whenever a school, or a publisher, has a problem I’m the first one they call because they know I get the job done whereas their top person dropped the ball. I am tired of bailing out academia only to get shown the door once it’s my turn for the top spot. Then again, who hasn’t been there?
That local college didn’t quite tell me the truth about those three classes. They left out the fact that the enrollment was down and that two of the classes will be merged with those handled by full-timers. But the good news – great news – is that I still get to do the class on the history of Illinois, something I’ve been dying to do for years. Gee, I wonder if I know anything about it. I filled out the paperwork, ordered the textbooks, and am already invited to a campus event.
My Chicago history tour gig is still good. My boss snuck on the boat yesterday to evaluate my tour. I didn’t know she was there until half way through it. I apparently passed her rigorous standards. She told me I that if all my tours were like that I’m excellent. On the perverted front, we deliberately held off boarding the 2:15 tour because we had to watch a recreational boat go by loaded with a lot of hot women in skimpy bikinis.
I’m coming out more and more. I am referring to myself as "Mere" even more at work, preparing them. I do like these people, so I hope it doesn’t alienate me. If it does, oh well, what can I do? Especially Captain A’Hole (as I like to call him). I told my boss what a jerk he is and she agreed. She also said I’m handling it the right way by ignoring him.
Last Saturday a young Chinese girl approached me while I was taking a break from my 90 minute tour. She worked for a cultural center in Chinatown and wanted to know about sources on Chicago in order to put a program together for recent immigrants. I told her I’d be glad to help, and so she took my name, number, etc.
I am also being seen more around the building, and town, en femme. The other day I had to do a quick run to the library and post office. I put my hair (such as it is) in a ponytail, applied some makeup, and went right out. I was also dressed up in the apartment, and went downstairs to do my laundry. Yes, I was seen.
As I said in my last blog, Lilienne was right. I did blossom. I just didn’t realize that it happened in a way I wasn’t expecting. I’m feeling okay and am going forward with my other plans.
