aesmael

Originally published at a denizen's entertainment. You can comment here or there.

Hey, I haven't updated in a while. Probably because I have been mainly indulging in passive entertainment or talking to people instead of being alone. Instead of making a rambling huge narrative update, let's make a rambling update of bits and pieces I'd been meaning to post at some point.

One time, setting up the toy library, I found the plush Elmo doll had been put into the basketball hoop of a toddler playset, so that it looked like he had been crucified.

Am still in a bit of disbelief that people would actually want to employ me and pay me for doing stuff. Also intermittently freaking out that I am vastly less competent than I would think and that they secretly want to get rid of me at the earliest opportunity. Which is silly, because they have no obligation to keep me employed from one shift to the next, and if they wanted rid of me all they'd need do is not give me any more hours. But I still get scared.

Had some harassment at work based on gender presentation - a couple of kids kept asking if I were a boy or a girl while I was checking books out to them, not taking my shrugs or claim that it doesn't matter as sufficient answer. At least the adults with them tried to convince them they were being rude, although I don't think they succeeded. Annoyed with myself for not being more annoyed at them, but I suppose that's how first times go when they can also be taken as even a teensy bit of validation.

On a better slant, at one point a patron was sent upstairs to be assisted by me with a service that is only available up there. She had been told my legal name and then was surprised, saying she had been expecting a woman-type person. So, yay minimal name-adjustment?

Car is repaired. That is very good news, as buses were finicky and expensive. I was trying to catch one from work to the station during my exile and, as I was approaching the bus stop, it flew past me six minutes early and empty, leaving me too surprised to react. When you are public transport of the bus or train sort, getting ahead of schedule is not actually a virtue.

Anything else? Mm, let's finish this here. I can ramble some customer service grumping another time. =^_^=

Ciaomiao, yup.