Year: 2018

Hi, I finished early today and as I didn’t use all of my leave for last year, this Christmas break will be a little longer than usual. Given the occasionally frantic pace of the modern workplace, for me, this extra time away felt a long time coming. I’m very much looking forward to spending Christmas with my family and being able to cast aside any worries about projects, reports, or the rest of that red-tape guff. Indeed, the only red tape I’ll be bothered about will be of the festive sort. That around the presents for the Ever Lovely Mrs J, Wee Man, and Little Miss. I hope that what they have, they enjoy. I’m often a bit nervous around the […]

Hi,In an effort to not just sit about the office, I do try and get out a bit. Today was one of those lucky days in which I was mostly out & about, walking between appointments, and not spending the day looking at a screen, just moving email around. Apparently, that is classed as work: go figure! Given how spread out the organisation is, I clocked up just over 8,000 steps, which isn’t too shabby for an office bod once you chuck in the early morning walk with the doggos. Of course, maybe I wouldn’t have winced on the first few thousand, had I not been stood about chatting, or dancing to 80s pop at Chameleons’ Xmas Do. Yes, it was […]

Hi, Every once in a while I check the Chameleons’ website to make sure all is well. Mostly this is a case of ticking a few update boxes, and the software does the hard work. Dare I say, as someone who works in IT, that this is how it should be. Updates arrive and work on our phones, computers (mostly), and of late, televisions, and quite probably cars. What’s this got to do with being trans? Well, there are times when an update needs a bit of work. It’s not a case of tick a box and then all is well. I suppose the equivalent to slipping into your favourite outfit or applying your favourite lippy: it’s all very much […]

Hi, A few days ago I was driving to work and as I queued in traffic, I noticed from the passenger side, a woman coaxing her hair into style. She did have a particularly immaculate long bob, and – as per that incident being behind the hair flick incident – I felt my heart sink a little, and the stab of dysphoria. But, I’m not here to say oh, woe is me. It was more a moment of, well, good for her. I hope she’s feeling great. Instead, I found myself reflecting on what might cause such feelings, and was it actual dysphoria, or just regret? Was it even regret? Yes, this one of those introspective posts, so if this is […]