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Put in my two weeks at work today. Been with FedEx for 23 years, and I'm just over it, so Ifigured it's time to move on.

Living up to the squirmy part of the topic title I see.

Thanks! It doesn't feel like two years, but it's been an interesting journey.

On Thursday, I discovered that some transphobes had found my Twitter account and started talking shit on me. I ended up deleting a few of the posts they had responded to (one showing my updated drivers license with all the important info blacked/blurred out), and blocked a ton of people as well. At the time I didn't think much of it, as I was at work and had a multitude of things to keep my brain occupied, but when I laid down to go to sleep it hit me pretty hard. I left the TV on for a distraction (had a sleep timer on), but still ended up crying a little bit. I was okay pretty much all of Friday, went down to the bank to have my name updated, and was pleasantly surprised to be called by my new name (I had emailed the person I had an appointment a copy of the court order, so they knew the name going in), which made me feel pretty good. I don't think I had any issues on Friday, but at some point during Saturday morning it hit extra hard. Thankfully though, I spend my weekends with my boyfriend now, so having him around definitely made things easier, and we had a wonderful day together. I think I'm okay now, but it's hard to say for sure. This was something I knew was going to happen eventually, and this was my first time dealing with it, so that most likely made it worse. On a more positive note, the 23rd marks two years on hormones, and on the 6th of June it'll be a year with my bf, so there's a lot of positives to look forward to.

The time off wasn't a big deal, i'm more upset that I missed an important doctor's appointment yesterday because of it. I just wish there were a better way to do it than to just show up in the morning and wait around like an asshole. They do a similar thing here with the group number stuff. I was originally supposed to check on Friday to go in, but they didn't need me then and told me to check again Monday, which is when I found out i'd have to go the next day. I'm also glad I can go back to work tomorrow. As far as I know, work only pays what it'd pay if I were on vacation (4 hours/day) when I work near 6, so I would've lost about 8 hours worth of pay because of it. Now i've only really lost 2 hours.

Had to go in yesterday morning at 7:30AM for jury duty. Sat there for about 4 and a half hours before the "opportunity" to go to another courthouse (closer to me, thankfully) the next day to be put on a trial that could've potentially lasted ten days. Went this morning at about 9:30AM to sit in the jury waiting room until about 11:45AM when they came out and said theyw ere still trying to figure things out in the courtroom and that we were to go on lunch. Came back from lunch and waited another hour and a half only to have the judge come down and explain what was taking so long. Apparently the person on trial decided to take whatever guilty plea they were offering, so we all got sent home. From what the judge said, the person on trial ended up getting 25 years to life in prison, so luckily for me I didn't have to sit through that, as it sounds like it would've taken ages. Overall i'm upset with how much waiting around I had to do for pretty much no reason, but a little part of me is curious what the person was on trial for.

Well, i'm single again. We both want different things at this point, and it just wasn't going to work. I understand, but that doesn't make it hurt any fucking less.

So, for about a month and a half now i've been dating this guy, and things have been going pretty wonderfully. He recently found out he's going to be getting laid off in a few weeks, and it's gotten him all out of sorts. I was really hoping he would come over tomorrow and we would hang out, but now that's not going to happen, as he's not feeling like himself (according to him) lately. He had a job interview earlier this week but won't know until sometime next week if he's going to get it, so until he knows what's going to happen with his future, he doesn't feel like we should hang out. While I completely understand, I can't help but feel like this is the end of us. It's silly to be so into him this quickly, but that's just how I roll. While I feel like I know him enough to feel like this isn't an excuse, there's that part of me that just can't help but feel like it is. I've told him I want to keep seeing him, but that i'm gonna be patient and see what happens with the job stuff. It's not going to be easy, and I really hope this isn't the end, but right now I feel like total shit, and have been crying off and on for about half an hour or so.

I only found out about it because Slyph brought it up in the Discord

For anyone that doesn't go to the Center any more, Chax got into an accident yesterday.

You're getting a spine injected? Neat!

Yay!

I'll pass.

I'm never drinking that much soda again.

I mean, it probably took me a few hours. But then again I drank a lot of soda at that time.

I probably drank it throughout the day. Don't think I put any of it in the fridge for later.

Well I didn't chug the thing.

I once drank one of those jugs buckets of soda that KFC used to have.

My stomach isn't happy, that's for sure. But it was

I really wanted a chocolate shake. My mind was bigger than my stomach. I drank about 3/4 of it.

You're not wrong.

The post office attempted to deliver a package to me from Japan on Saturday, but no one was home to sign for it. So I went on their site and requested that they re-attempt it today. It is currently 4:40PM and the mail still hasn't arrived, nor have I gotten any confirmation that it's on its way. This is literally the only day i'm home to sign for it (outside of Sunday, but they don't usually deliver Sundays). Other than that i've been catching up on some TV I missed and playing Risk of Rain 2. Oh, and I got a large chocolate shake from Sonic that i'm kind of regretting, only because I didn't realize just how big their large size was.

Had some dude at one of my delivery stops get mad at me because I didn't know I wasn't allowed to go past his desk. I had a delivery for the second floor, saw him sitting there on the first floor, and thought maybe the elevators were behind him, but no. He stops me and damn near yells at me, like i'm supposed to fucking guess he signs for all packages when it's my first time being there. This is literally the only building i've delivered to in 17 years where this was how it's done, outside of maybe an apartment complex, and i'm supposed to just assume this one is special and different? Had another guy practically ignore me. Went to the shipping/receiving area, saw one guy in there and told him I had a delivery. He just points at the desk behind him and then says nothing else to me, and just walk out of the room. Didn't bother to say he couldn't sign for things, or that he doesn't work in that department, nope. He just walks the fuck out. Other than that my day's been pretty normal.