It's really kind of amazing how well things have been going at work.  The other day my boss pulled me aside and expressed his amazement at the sheer quantity of work that I've been getting done.  Apparently I'm days, if not weeks ahead of the rest of the group.  And here I was worried that the minutiae of coming out at work was having a negative ( Read more... )

It's official now.  As far as the government's concerned, I'm Hayley.  All it took was a ton of paperwork and a hundred bucks to grease the wheels of bureaucracy.  Regardless, now that it's out of the way, I can start changing my ID, getting a new diploma, and finally having my name on my credit cards changed.  No more clerks asking me, "Why did ( Read more... )

Things worked out.  I calmed down, I made it to work, and everyone at work was exceptionally cool about things.  That being said, I still kinda feel like I'm in the refractory period of that huge emotional jag.  Let's see how the rest of the week goes.

Fuck.  Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.  Fuck!

On any other day - any other day, this would have been no big deal.  It was just a little fender bender, it barely cracked the bumper.  But I was already balanced on a knife edge of calm above my anxieties about today, and getting rear-ended just totally threw me off.  I somehow managed to keep myself composed ( Read more... )

I believe YouTube has just justified it's entire existence with this video.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=we9_CdNPuJg

D-Day is set: I'm going fulltime on the 29th of January.  Of course, now that the date is crystallized, it's becoming more and more apparent that there's a long list of stuff I still need to take care of before next Monday ( Read more... )

I love 24.  Unrelenting, mindless action.  Pure anti-terrorism wish fulfillment.  I could go on.  Seriously though, Jack Bauer has never, ever been wrong, and yet people still second guess him and try to get in his way.  I mean, if I was president, I would give Jack Bauer a special executive license to do whatever the hell he needs to get the job ( Read more... )

Last weekend's family ski trip up to Whistler started on a very bad note.  As soon as we started unloading our bags from the truck I made a rather shocking revelation:  "Hey...where's my boot bag?"  Yes, that's right.  I forgot to take my ski boots, as well as about half of my gear, on a ski vacation.  I think Alanis Morrisette has a song along ( Read more... )

I think this pic sums up New Year's pretty well.


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So the highlight of today was a big holiday (or Christmas, if you're from Walmart) party over at some family friends' house. To be honest, I was feeling a little stressed getting ready for it. I mean, most people there hadn't seen me as Hayley before, so this was gonna be kind of like my 'coming out party' (in the old, southern sense of the phrase ( Read more... )