Hi again,
Another day, another Wednesday and a tale from the workplace. This has been sitting unfinished since last week. I'm just hitting publish and rolling with it.
Mid day Wednesday, one co-worker is off, two are on lunch I'm ma'aming the front desk. Solo at the front of the office, I'm interacting with the public, answering questions and checking in those who need it. A guy comes in, needs to be checked in.
He's a bit too friendly and starts asking questions. Other people come in, I tell him to sit and wait to be called, checking in the other folks who came in.
I sign back into the system to deal with his request.
He asks about earbuds.
Nope, I don't use 'em. Headphones, over the ear. Never liked earbuds, even 35 years ago when Sony came out with them.
He asks about bluetooth.
I replied, I don't even use it in my cars. (My car has a bluetooth stereo but I question where the microphone was placed since nobody can hear me when I use it.) He says something about age. I reply, at sixty I'm older than you think and don't do whatever it was he suggested next.
I don't like people coming on to me.
I'll bet most of the followers of this page have a "life is short" concept where we fear living our best life because of a "what will they say" effect from their family, friends or the general public. I certainly did and the memory of that still haunts me. I've been planning on telling my only sibling about Heather's existence. I wanted to do so over the past summer but I never had a moment with her where I could spill the beans. I have my next chance Wednesday when I travel east to stay with my Dad while my sister and her husband take a much needed vacation. I honestly believe she's been at least partly aware of my gender non-conformity because I've always shared my photos from Halloween and events I attended in my preferred clothing.
Time to go.
See you in a few weeks.
Heather.
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