Calliope
05-16-2007, 03:23 PM
Well, it's pretty happy here in sunny northern California - friendly town, nice boyfriend, great relationship with the kids - except ...
I'm at the half-way point in my "alimony" year and job hunting has been a bummer!
I never know if it's my age, or my resume gap from homemaking for 7 years, or ... ya know ...
Just today [from my blog]:
So, every day when I wake up, I hear children's voices on a playground.
Right across the street, there's a children's daycare center.
It's next to the Trinity Parish, presumably associated with such, so I think, "nah, no chance they'd consider me for a job."
But I am qualified for such a (low-pay) job.
So, I shower and dress, looking totally conservative and ready for children - I am ready for children; I'm about to go see mine - and take my resume into the main office.
The lady behind the counter is totally staring at me like I just buzzed in, presumably on erroneous coordinates, from another solar system.
"Try the other office, over in that building."
So I go to the other office. More stares. "Try the other office."
And, ya know, I'd say it was my own damn fault for being trans ...
But - I know - from my experience as a (guy) dad taking two little girls to the Northampton Children's Center where all the moms avoided me day in and day out - had I gone into the Trinity Parish as male as George Bush they would have responded to me just as icily.
Religious organizations do suck.
I'm at the half-way point in my "alimony" year and job hunting has been a bummer!
I never know if it's my age, or my resume gap from homemaking for 7 years, or ... ya know ...
Just today [from my blog]:
So, every day when I wake up, I hear children's voices on a playground.
Right across the street, there's a children's daycare center.
It's next to the Trinity Parish, presumably associated with such, so I think, "nah, no chance they'd consider me for a job."
But I am qualified for such a (low-pay) job.
So, I shower and dress, looking totally conservative and ready for children - I am ready for children; I'm about to go see mine - and take my resume into the main office.
The lady behind the counter is totally staring at me like I just buzzed in, presumably on erroneous coordinates, from another solar system.
"Try the other office, over in that building."
So I go to the other office. More stares. "Try the other office."
And, ya know, I'd say it was my own damn fault for being trans ...
But - I know - from my experience as a (guy) dad taking two little girls to the Northampton Children's Center where all the moms avoided me day in and day out - had I gone into the Trinity Parish as male as George Bush they would have responded to me just as icily.
Religious organizations do suck.