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Lilienne, it looks like that latest good luck charm you sent me has worked again. Since I already wrote about my job situation in the Forums, I won't rehash it here. It's just nice to know that my hard work is paying off. I might not be at the top of the world, I'm not at the bottom, either. Compared to what life was like two years ago, this is amazing.
Karen Brad wrote something interesting about my situation concerning being able to finance the transitioning. My soon-to-be-ex just got a new job, and I am very happy for her. I am still supposed to be on her insurance, since we are not divorced yet (and I do pay my portion), now I can have my own insurance. We hope to get this divorce over with this year. We've been getting along pretty good lately. We do need to be good parents to our child, and being able to interact peacefully is part of it.
But now with all these changes comes an even greater sense of independence and freedom. I am starting to let on more and more at work about who I really am. Until I start making that first all-important step with HRT I am still mostly keeping things quiet. I would rather wait until I am on the path for certain than to mouth off and nothing should happen. Concerning my life, this is the best way for now.
I am hoping to get out to L.A. soon to visit Lilienne. After all, I do owe her an outfit. She told me to relax about her living near Rodeo Drive and that my bank account would not be drained. I'm more concerned about what will happen when the two of us hit the kitchen and start cooking Thai food.
Yesterday I was scheduled on the U-505. I had this very nice family in line. One of the kids was an eleven year old boy who had the first name as I do, when I am in drab mode. I said "You can call me Meredith. Or, Mere." They thought it was funny. And then they did call me Mere!
I am about to head in to work now. When my status officially changes to full-time tomorrow I will be back on five days. I can now negotiate one weekend day off each week. I've been working so much I can barely remember what it is like to look out my window over the lake.
