Today's laugh: Annoying orange
Today's song: Kaizers Orchestra - Tokyo Ice Til Clementine
Bah. I've been up since 3am worrying about such itty-bitty problems as how the hell I'm going to live the rest of my life on T when I have a severe needle phobia. (And my insurance doesn't cover $300/month Androgel.) I'll still need routine monitoring and blood tests regardless of route. There has to be some way I can get over my needle issues; I can't be the first guy with this problem.
Anywho, all of my name change documentation continues to go smoothly enough. I guess that's the beauty of researching ahead of time. Now I just need to wait for the new documents to come in and then finish up with the remaining stuff whenever I get back to PA. Good news is I should definitely have my stealth license before the year is out, which was my original goal. Getting my letter for T is just a massive bonus.
Simmons wasn't too much trouble on their end once I realized what I should be doing. It was useless to search on the site in regards to what one should do after a name change; the most frustrating came from the fact that my own blog kept coming up, and it was indeed pegged as the most relevant search result. But once I figured out the few offices I needed to notify, they were all quite nice. The sweetheart in Payroll takes the gold, though. While everybody was polite to me, she was actually...aware. It's such a rare quality to find in cispeople, even when I know they're trying. I'm sorry to say I didn't catch her name. But major props to Payroll!
I actually got a "sir" the other day at the market. My passability is so poor that it's extremely rare for me to be properly identified by strangers, so I'm always a little giddy when it happens and I finally realize they're indeed talking to me. (Even when some of my peers respectfully use male pronouns toward me, I always get the urge to look around to see who they're referring to.) This quite honestly is probably only the third or fourth time. Of course, I always feel my Sirness is compromised whenever I then open my mouth, which I hate having to do. I wonder what they think of me by that point, eh?
I'll be representin' GCS on Saturday morning, homies. Be sure to come by and say hi.