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Part II - Paradise
July 1997 - December 1997 |
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- Aug 13th
- Busy.. Busy.. Sheesh. Lots of people to see. I'm in the process now of
playing pick and choose for work. According to the head- hunters, my resume is
so impressive (Their words not mine - they don't know I did it in nroff :-) that
I can afford to choose carefully. Currently I am deciding on a contract that
will pay around $70ph. Doesn't seem much until you multiply it by 8, then 5,
then 52. Even with tax and the rest AND assuming I only work 8 hours a day, I
should be in a reasonable spot. The average contract pays $40-$50ph.
- No-one seems to have the slightest problem with my situation. I am not full
time yet, because the drugs are taking a while to reach the threshold. Also I'm
still getting rid of facial hair. I have an appointment with a plastic surgeon
soon who specializes in making facial 'adjustments'
- I'm still living with my sister. There is a major problem in Sydney with
pets. If I wanted a house it wouldn't be so bad, but It would look deserted and
I would be rattling around it like a pea in a bucket. Apart from gardening!
Yuck! Apartment owners don't even want people to have goldfish!
- My car had a little problem. Sigh. This is news? Still, I should be
thankful, it's done 214K and is feeling MY age. I went for a drive on my
birthday down to the national park. That's around 30- 40km south of where my
sister lives. I turned back at around noon. I didn't get home till 6:30pm. It's
a good thing I'm patient or I would have got out and beaten it senseless with a
stick. It kept dying each 500m. The hazard lights where on for 6 1/2 hours! It
feels like the fuel pump or filter.
- When I got home my sister had made a wonderful meal and we sat, ate and
drank wine till late. That part I liked.
- My 'Ex got burgled again. She seems philosophical about it, but it just
isn't nice to see your things dumped all over the place and find that insurance
doesn't cover it all.
- Anyway, I'm babbling.
- Aug 14th
- I have just finished walking my feet off. My car broke down and its taking
the mechanics ages to figure what's wrong. Darn. I'm spending a fortune on cabs.
I've been to around half a dozen head-hunters around town and the word seems to
be that I'm *hot*. Hmm. I mean my resume that is. I have such a hard time
choosing exactly what direction to go given my 'situation'. I am always
up-front, and most people don't seem to care a fig. Which is good, but I can't
help wondering about pre-sales positions where I'm with a customer and they are
spending more time trying to figure out whether I'm male or female than on the
proposed solution and thereby lose the sale.
- Sigh. I think I will have to be a back-room bo.. Whoops.. person until that
awkward phase is over. The good thing is that I have the skills to do that as
well. My resume covers just about everything. One lady said that she had never
seen such a comprehensive one that had an index, and needed it. I'm not sure
whether to take up some of the offers or look around further.
- Aug 16th
- About a month of the hormones now. Things are just beginning to 'happen'.
Since I'm living with my sister and her betrothed (don't you just love that
word? I'll type it again: betrothed.), I can't go full time. They are pretty
cool about everything, but I don't want to cause any kind of fuss. I'll wait a
bit longer. I mean that I don't wear skirts and so on. Lounging around the house
in leggings and a oversize sweater is ok. I don't wear mens clothing at all
though. I went to one interview with a head- hunter and wore slacks, a silk
blouse and my best jacket and she only twigged that I wasn't wearing mens
clothes when she saw my long nails. She offered me a pre-sales job with SGI and
Sun in Sydney. I gently suggested that the corporate culture of suits and ties
may not be able to handle the issue, but she insisted on trying to arrange an
interview. We shall see. I have a few irons in the fire and one looks like it
could land me a great steaming swag of money AND they are completely cool about
the situation.
- My hair is the other problem. It's a complete mess. I don't want to have it
cut, but at the moment I look like Einstein in a wind tunnel. Yuk. I'm thinning
on the top (it's not gone it's just very, very fine) and I have a light blond
fuzz covering the gaps. The problem is that it is just impossible to work with
at the moment. I have been told that I will see some building up of density and
number of the existent hairs, but I was just waiting to see. In any case, that
problem has been handled in my second choice solution which is to wear a dreaded
wig.
- As far as other hair (face, chest, arms) is concerned I have an appointment
on Wednesday at the CACI clinic. We shall see. The epiljet treatment is ok, but
I have to walk around for at least a week with ugly stubble because it grows so
slowly now.
- I tried to cheer myself up by going shopping today and hit some of the
factory clearance sales. Birkenhead Point first. It was great, cheap and
CROWDED. I will go again during the week to avoid the crush. On the way towards
the city I saw the Stanmore Cinema was playing 'Different for girls', so I
decided to go and see it. I know the reviews weren't that great but I liked it.
I cried on the way home. I'm still a bit weepy now. About halfway through the
film I suddenly realized that it was lunchtime and so I had to take my 'pills'.
I rummaged in my bag, found them and took them with a swig of sprite. Then I
suddenly realized how amazing that was.
- I just kept seeing echoes of me all the way through the film. The shower
scene was particularly poignant as this happened to me when I was in England
when I was twelve. Nobody saved me though. And when she said "My apartment, My
music.. Many moons.." I just about cracked. This is a reference to having only
one place you are truly safe to be yourself. The 'Many moons' bit is a speech
pathology trick to help you move your voice.
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