I’m back after a week away on a course. One of those organisational training sessions. It’s been fairly taxing, given the amount of revision and the sheer depth the course went into. Oh and did I mention two exams at the end? 🙂 Still, the deed is done and the die is cast. Just a case of waiting to see what comes back. Really, I’m just glad it’s over, even if it did give me some new ideas and extra skills. I like training – just not that full on! 🙂 Perhaps I should be bothered by result, but worrying about it won’t help and there’s nothing tied to my job about the need to pass.
Talking of passing – you see what I did there? 🙂 – there was no room in my bloke backpack for fancier items and given the revision scheduled, little time for that either. I didn’t just work and go to my hotel, I did catch up with an old school friend (he’s done well and given he was picked on, he’s really blossomed, which is great). I also met up with Sue, or at least we met up as our male alter egos 🙂 I was against the clock due to the exam revision, so it was a case of finding a suitable venue and making the most of it. Blogs and emails are one thing, but to meet up and talk, is quite another. Time rolled on and it was soon time to say our goodbyes. Maybe at the next visit, I’ll be able to pack extra clothing.
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I don’t come to London very often, so it’s an interesting experience for a country bloke. See the sights, get some walking in and enjoy a meal out on the company cheque book. I did notice (mais oui) the office uniform of little boots, opaques and a cute skirt. More than once I wondered what would it be like to have a day out en femme and just blend in (as much as any of us do). Mind you, seeing a few ladies leave the hotel in their heels and evening finery, I’m not sure we trans folk always overdo it. 🙂
I’m conscious that being out every other Thursday is a luxury many of our number don’t have and I know I can (and do) console myself with that fact. Given the need to be (sort of working), there was little time for shopping – other than the ask important ones for the Ever Lovely Mrs J, Little Miss and Wee Man. How I’ve missed them all this week and if I’m honest with you, I had a bit of a moment at the start of the week because of that. As to shopping for Yours Truly, no time for that and really, most of the shops I saw were the same as there is back in Nottm.
Now, we’re on to the weekend and back to the usual routine. Funny, sometimes that’s a treadmill, sometimes it’s a blessing. The work stays the same, maybe it’s all how you look at it. Right now, it’s very much a glass is full. I’ve typed this while taking the train back and I paused to look out of the window, while wondering how to sign off. I found myself looking out over beautiful green fields. It was like the sun coming out after a long week of clouds, you forget how nice it is. Hello, countryside. I’ve missed you.