For better or worse, November was a helluva month. I wish I could say that it was most notable for my tranny self finally becoming employed again. Unfortunately, it's for how I came to be unemployed again.
After applying to only three places, I got a job wiping tables and maintaining restrooms at the mall food court.
Yay! Now I can finally work on getting my beard lasered and name changed! Fuck yeah! Connie and I can finally eat! Woo-hoo!
The application was really minimal. The interview wasn't "What can you do for us?" so much as "Great, you're obviously desperate enough if you applied. When can you start?"
I had my first day of paid employment as myself in a few days. Other than being really tired and sore after six hours of near-constant walking, I felt great. Self-sufficient even, as I was taking the bus and making it on time.
I was, at this point, perfectly successful in my social transition: I was finally living, working, and passing full-time in my true new gender, and quite happy doing it. Never mind that I was wiping Taco Bell and Steak Escape crumbs off formica tables for seven dollars an hour. This was the Transgender Dream in action.
The next day, I left copies of my right-to-work documents for the manager, and got to work, only to get a call in the morning regarding them.
"We have a problem." The manager had assumed I was legally female and had filled out my already submitted paperwork as such. My driver's license as of this writing still indicates otherwise.
"Would you like to be re-hired as a guy?"
"Yes, please do." The uniform was the same and as far as I could tell, there was no dress code otherwise. Of course they're not stupid enough to discriminate against me at this point, right?
After the manager's apparent conference with a couple office drones, I was so not re-hired as a guy. I was terminated on the spot simply for being legally male. Of course, it officially wasn't discrimination, as I angrily insisted, but my "inability to do the job." In any event, sex is a protected class. (Even though transgender status is not protected here in Wisconsin, there was recently an important precedent for going at it via the "sex" angle instead.)
Soooo, I filed a complaint with the Equal Rights Division at the advice of an attorney who said he thought I have a case for discrimination. If an arbitrator decides I have a case and there is no settlement, a hearing will be scheduled.
In the meantime, tranny for hire. Appleton area. Passable. Decent with computers and words. Can wipe tables.
Just figured I'd write about how well I'm doing in spite of the last entry, which has gotten a lot of private response. Although I'm unemployed during the holidays, and tend to moan here sometimes, I'm way happier and more at ease than I have ever been at this point.
Lately, my situation is straightening out again quickly! I should get my right to drive in Wisconsin back very soon (if I don't have it already), and I'll be off probation a year early sometime before the middle of January. Also, my physical appearance is really coming together through hormones, exercise, and diet (we also switched to Slim-Fast), and I'm getting a lot of attention from guys these days. (Tee-hee!) I'll have a new picture ID this Monday.
We'll be going home to West Virginia for Christmas over a week and a half, here soon. This has been the first holiday season I didn't hate (at least that I wasn't incarcerated over for the better part), and going home to give and get a real sense of finality and acceptance of my transition during such a happy time is (hopefully) going to be amazing.
So, yeah, I feel like some kind of reformed Grinch/Scrooge-type motherfucker. Outdoor lights and other decorations have long ceased to make me ill.
You know, I never bought it before, but it really is a wonderful life. Before this gets too mushy and misty, happy holidays, folks. =)
For better or worse, November was a helluva month. I wish I could say that it was most notable for my tranny self finally becoming employed again. Unfortunately, it's for how I came to be unemployed again.
After applying to only three places, I got a job wiping tables and maintaining restrooms at the mall food court.
Yay! Now I can finally work on getting my beard lasered and name changed! Fuck yeah! Connie and I can finally eat! Woo-hoo!
The application was really minimal. The interview wasn't "What can you do for us?" so much as "Great, you're obviously desperate enough if you applied. When can you start?"
I had my first day of paid employment as myself in a few days. Other than being really tired and sore after six hours of near-constant walking, I felt great. Self-sufficient even, as I was taking the bus and making it on time.
I was, at this point, perfectly successful in my social transition: I was finally living, working, and passing full-time in my true new gender, and quite happy doing it. Never mind that I was wiping Taco Bell and Steak Escape crumbs off formica tables for seven dollars an hour. This was the Transgender Dream in action.
The next day, I left copies of my right-to-work documents for the manager, and got to work, only to get a call in the morning regarding them.
"We have a problem." The manager had assumed I was legally female and had filled out my already submitted paperwork as such. My driver's license as of this writing still indicates otherwise.
"Would you like to be re-hired as a guy?"
"Yes, please do." The uniform was the same and as far as I could tell, there was no dress code otherwise. Of course they're not stupid enough to discriminate against me at this point, right?
After the manager's apparent conference with a couple office drones, I was so not re-hired as a guy. I was terminated on the spot simply for being legally male. Of course, it officially wasn't discrimination, as I angrily insisted, but my "inability to do the job." In any event, sex is a protected class. (Even though transgender status is not protected here in Wisconsin, there was recently an important precedent for going at it via the "sex" angle instead.)
Soooo, I filed a complaint with the Equal Rights Division at the advice of an attorney who said he thought I have a case for discrimination. If an arbitrator decides I have a case and there is no settlement, a hearing will be scheduled.
In the meantime, tranny for hire. Appleton area. Passable. Decent with computers and words. Can wipe tables.
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Just figured I'd write about how well I'm doing in spite of the last entry, which has gotten a lot of private response. Although I'm unemployed during the holidays, and tend to moan here sometimes, I'm way happier and more at ease than I have ever been at this point.
Lately, my situation is straightening out again quickly! I should get my right to drive in Wisconsin back very soon (if I don't have it already), and I'll be off probation a year early sometime before the middle of January. Also, my physical appearance is really coming together through hormones, exercise, and diet (we also switched to Slim-Fast), and I'm getting a lot of attention from guys these days. (Tee-hee!) I'll have a new picture ID this Monday.
And I just love my new dress.
We'll be going home to West Virginia for Christmas over a week and a half, here soon. This has been the first holiday season I didn't hate (at least that I wasn't incarcerated over for the better part), and going home to give and get a real sense of finality and acceptance of my transition during such a happy time is (hopefully) going to be amazing.
So, yeah, I feel like some kind of reformed Grinch/Scrooge-type motherfucker. Outdoor lights and other decorations have long ceased to make me ill.
You know, I never bought it before, but it really is a wonderful life. Before this gets too mushy and misty, happy holidays, folks. =)
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