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good evening good day at work today. I did do some things a little out of normal but everything was completed successfully. As I said earlier, the Asst Mgr was my second today. I don’t think she was too happy about that. Several customers asked her where Richard was her answer was the manager cut his hours. Well that is only part of the story, his hours were cut just like mine were and several others but in his case he made demands about his hours that couldn’t be met. But instead of making some non complaining remark about it she made sure to lay it all on the manager, thus throwing the manager under the bus. Similarly when asked why she hadn’t been at work early mornings, she said she was being punished by the manager. Well that’s partly true, she wouldn’t do what the manager told her to do so she took her off opening. But secondarily she didn’t have a car to drive temporarily. You can’t open the store without a car because who ever opens has tasks that require them to leave the store, so it was at least partly her own fault. But she chose to throw the manager under the bus for that. I think she is asking to be fired for insubordination. And if the manager gets these conversations off the security tape tomorrow she just might get her wish. im pretty close to being ready to take the asst position but there isn’t anyone ready to take over my job, at least not at our store. I suppose the other shift lead could if she is able to work earlier shifts and if the other closers were just a bit more reliable. Ive been wanting some homefried chicken. We found a BBQ place not far away that had such a chicken but I is made fresh when ordered so it has a 30 minute wait. It was worth the wait and the other things we tried were also good. Another restaurant on the list. At least half of what we ordered came home for another meal. i get to sleep in tomorrow, I go to work at 1:30! Willow

It was nine thirty. Saturday morning had rolled around more quickly than Taylor could believe. She groaned, whined, thought of a million excuses why she should just stay in bed and knock the alarm across the room. But it would still be going on, and so would the promise to Bob: when the gi came in, she would be in. There it was in its nice package, out where she could not miss it. Why didn't she hide it? She shook her head. Up she got. Sometimes you just do. Her hair was a wreck. She patted it down and went to the bathroom. Nine forty five. Shower later. No make up. She hated kara-tay especially at an ungodly early hour on a Saturday morning. Bagel. Instant coffee. She was five minutes away when she realized she had forgotten the gi. Back she went. Into the dojo. She had about five minutes to get the gi on. She attempted to slip in unnoticed and go to the little restroom. Someone barked something out in Japanese or something, and there was a dead silence. She turned to see what was going on. Both classes were getting into their lines, but everyone, including Bob, was bowing slightly. To her. Bob nodded, and she returned the bow. Life started again. She was touched. Bowing three times. Oath. Kata. She was facing off with Judy as her partner. Judy looked worried. "Sometimes you just gotta pick yourself up and try again," Taylor told her. She nodded. "Let's do this." Lunge punch and lower block. They traded off like nothing had happened the last weekend. Lunge punch and middle block. Lunge punch and upper block. It was kind of like dancing. Taylor enjoyed it. She wanted to learn more. Brown-belt Maggie adjusted position of limbs and hips for both Taylor and Judy, telling them when she was about to do something: elbow up a bit". "How'd you do?" Bob asked her later. They had both gone home and showered. Now they were in a booth at a fast food place. "I was kind of disappointed class ended. I was ready for more." "That's my trooper." "I'm not allowing you in my apartment until we are married," she said suddenly. "You think I am a problem?" "No. I think you are safe. You passed the test I am the problem here." "Okay." "What did the doctor tell you?" "It's complicated. More tests coming. Like getting into college. I got a letter back. It seems there is this big fat M on my transcript and my current picture is not an M type picture. I have to write a letter and send them notarized proofs and stuff. Just delays. This is a pain. Nothing cut and dried." "I will say. I'm glad I'm not transgender." "Hah. You are pulled into my world. You are involved in this stuff as much as I am, and, as you put it, of your own free will." "You are worth it." "I hope so." "I know so."

On the way back to her desk she was interrupted by six short, urgent conversations that had to be attended to. Then she slipped into the women's room and locked the stall door. She took a deep breath, then another, and allowed herself to shake for five minutes, Then deep breathing, ten in and ten out, stretch up, touch the floor, neck rolls and she was fine. She used the toilet and a woman knocked and said, "Taylor, are you okay?" "Ready to conquer the world!" on her way out she found her makeup was fine. Three stalls, two sinks. If she ever designed a women's room with three stalls, there would be four sinks, with plenty of space to plunk your stuff down between them. She met a deferential Karen. "Here is the branding I came up with," she said. And she went back to working as hard as Brenda and Mary, who looked up worriedly and then went back to the proposal. Shortly before 5:00 she received an email with the title Consolidation and Compensation. In it she learned that the position of office manager was eliminated, and the current office manager was to become the chief executive officer. The former CEO, along with the CFO, the chief legal officer, and sundry staff, had been terminated, per the Board of Directors. Effective immediately everyone would receive a base salary of $20,000 with a commission to be set by the individual's supervisor. Each supervisor would be given a certain percentage to distribute. Most functions they had been handled would be outsourced as needed. "The question of what profit was made last year is frequent enough to be answered. The company lost over 500,000 in fiscal 2023. At this point further cuts are not anticipated. We will be strategically adding positions that will enhance our profits. Hard work is expected of everyone." Her two web guys had been complaining because their games had been remotely uninstalled. After the memo came out they were absolutely silent. That gave her an idea, and after an exchange of emails they were reassigned to maintenance out at the plant, effective tomorrow morning. There were lots of weeds that needed pulling, if nothing else. That email went out after they left early, for the day. The maintenance foreman was a no-nonsense type who did not tolerate slacking, and they would learn a thing or two. This also freed up two spaces for her to put new people.

So…I didn’t know your Facebook avatar was public. So, on my birthday, a couple people used a group avatar message to wish me a happy birthday…and now my Facebook friends can see a short video of my female avatar dancing with an old friend’s and another with my uncle’s avatars. So am I “Facebook out” now? 😬

No, they are not. Truth wins in the end and this report is full of lies that poison the whole thing: see this: "Dr. Cass Backpedals From Review: HRT, Blockers Should Be Made Available it's said. Dr. Cass's latest statements are likely to cast more doubt on the validity of the study, which has come under fire for disregarding substantial evidence on trans care." https://www.erininthemorning.com/p/dr-cass-backpedals-from-review-hrt?publication_id=994764&post_id=143743897&isFreemail=true&r=rebf4&triedRedirect=true I hope Dr. Cass wins The Mengele Award for it.

Boyfriend and I went to a support group for spouses dating or married to a transgender person on Tuesday night for the first time.It was amazing meeting other couples like us.One was a genetic woman whom has been dating a transgender male for the first time and she is supporting his transition.Us,they were amazed by us agreeing on something we said,love and acceptance have brought us together

By which I mean there is a cultural stereotype of what a man is, and one of what a woman is. Even worse, of what a transgender person is. You be you. I read of a boy who thought he was a girl because he did not adhere to some (rather toxic) conceptions of what it means to be a man, so he decided he was a girl. He was told he didn't have to conform to stereotype and got happy. "You mean I don't have to transition?" He didn't want to, and was relieved. Once upon a time if you were transgender they told you either you transition or die. Incorporate the best of what it means to be a man and the best of what it means to be a woman as much as you possibly can, and let the rest go. Be fully human. Be alive. Don't conform to some cultural crud.

On the way back to her desk she was interrupted by six short, urgent conversations that had to be attended to. Then she slipped into the women's room and locked the stall door. She took a deep breath, then another, and allowed herself to shake for five minutes, Then deep breathing, ten in and ten out, stretch up, touch the floor, neck rolls and she was fine. She used the toilet and a woman knocked and said, "Taylor, are you okay?" "Ready to conquer the world!" on her way out she found her makeup was fine. Three stalls, two sinks. If she ever designed a women's room with three stalls, there would be four sinks, with plenty of space to plunk your stuff down between them. She met a deferential Karen. "Here is the branding I came up with," she said. And she went back to working as hard as Brenda and Mary, who looked up worriedly and then went back to the proposal. Shortly before 5:00 she received an email with the title Consolidation and Compensation. In it she learned that the position of office manager was eliminated, and the current office manager was to become the chief executive officer. The former CEO, along with the CFO, the chief legal officer, and sundry staff, had been terminated, per the Board of Directors. Effective immediately everyone would receive a base salary of $20,000 with a commission to be set by the individual's supervisor. Each supervisor would be given a certain percentage to distribute. Most functions they had been handled would be outsourced as needed. "The question of what profit was made last year is frequent enough to be answered. The company lost over 500,000 in fiscal 2023. At this point further cuts are not anticipated. We will be strategically adding positions that will enhance our profits. Hard work is expected of everyone." Her two web guys had been complaining because their games had been remotely uninstalled. After the memo came out they were absolutely silent. That gave her an idea, and after an exchange of emails they were reassigned to maintenance out at the plant, effective tomorrow morning. There were lots of weeds that needed pulling, if nothing else. That email went out after they left early, for the day. The maintenance foreman was a no-nonsense type who did not tolerate slacking, and they would learn a thing or two. This also freed up two spaces for her to put new people.

Except for this thung thwister: Theophilus Thistle, the successful thistle sifter, in sifting a sieve full of unsifted thistles, thrust three-thousand thistles through the thick of his thumb. Now if, Theophilus Thistle, the successful thistle sifter, in sifting a sieve full of of unsifted thistles, thrust three-thousand thistles through the thick of his thumb, how many thistles can'st thou thrust through the thick of thy thumb . . . in sifting a sieve-full of unsifted thistles? Success to the successful thistle sifter!

You have given you and us a big clue right there. I hope you have shared this observation with your Endocrinologist and are willing to take their advice about changing that behavior. Non prescribed herbal or animal supplements can have a negative effect on your body's use of your available hormones. Also, your genetics are going to be controlling what your body is going to do with your hormones, and again, that is for you to consult with your Endocrinologists. On this site none of us are licensed medical personnel and we cannot give you advice on your health more than what your doctor can. We have rules that we enforce against our members advising about "Folk Remedies" because we have had members who have gone that route and badly damaged their health and quality of life. Only thing I can go anywhere on, is that maybe if you change your expectations of what should happen, you will at least not be in danger of harming yourself from anxiety.

Hi @violet r! Thank you so much for sharing. I'm so glad you found this place. I hope you find as much comfort and support here as I have. -Timi

Hi lovely people, I'm a 25 yo MtF woman, and I've been suffering from low estrogen issues since October 2023. I completely lost my feminine libido, my breast completely stopped growing, my estrogen levels dropped by a lot (despite NOT decreasing my E dosage) and thus my dysphoria drastically increased. I think it is worth mentioning that, for my health issues, I had been taking ----- Lamotrigine for months & had been on ketogenic diet, and these things seem to be a culprit of my current issue. I weaned off Lamotrigine some time ago and gave up on keto diet, but it still doesn't seem to help. My estrogen is still low (44 ng/ml) and my libido hasn't come back yet. In general, I struggle with my dysphoria so much because of that and, to be honest, I don't know what to do. I've tried so many dietary supplements, yet I didn't get any effects from them. My endocrinologist didn't know how to help me. She only suggested to increase my daily estrogen dose (to 3x per day ------sublingual estrogen tablets and 3x per day ------ estrogen gel applied to armpits or thighs), which I did, without any effect. Please, help me. Prior to keto diet & Lamotrigine treatment, I'd never had experience like that. I'm basically helpless and have no clue what to do. Having to deal with low estrogen is a horrible experience to me and it affects my life severely. BTW, my T levels are always within female range. Do you have any clue what exactly I should do?

I love wearing a jeans skirt!! That looks like airport carpet. Safe travels if you're flying!!

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One of our cats is polydactyl. He has 7 toes on each front paw and 5 on each back paw, for 24 toes total. Another one, an ex-feral who, at the time, was free to roam, climbed 50 feet up a tree without having any thought about how he was going to get down. His pal climed down backwards, but he couldn't. He ended up coming down by leaping from branch to branch. Which nearly gave us heart attacks, because he only has one eye and therefore has no depth perception. The other ex-feral (both are now indoor cats) obviously does not have those soft pads on his feet. At night, when we are in bed, we can hear him stomping around the house.

The two o'clock Onshoring meeting was going well. Taylor was leading, inviting other people up to speak on their specialties. Aerial photogrammetry and surveying, including the exact boundary, were out for contract signature Gibson had handled that - Manufacturing was supposed to, but somehow hadn't happened. Legal issues from Legal. Accounting reported on current costs, including all upkeep, guard salaries, etc. Manufacturing was supposed to give those numbers, but they hadn't. The downside was the VP of Manufacturing. He had arrived at the meeting red-faced, his tie askew, clutching a bottle. It smelled strongly of vodka. He had never done anything in his twenty years of being VP of Manufacturing, and he did not like being asked now. "Mr. ----, do you have the inventory we asked for?" Taylor asked politely. VP Gibson had asked him to have his people go through the plant and not only inventory but assess the operational status of every piece of equipment. They needed to know what they had. "I'm not going to take any f---- orders from a g-d- tra---," he snarled. "God knows what kind of perverts it has dragged into our fair city and bangs every night." "That is completely out of line." That was Gibson. Taylor controlled herself. That was a shot at Bob, not just at Taylor. She was glad Bob was not there to do something stupid. Had Mrs. McCarthy been talking? What had she said? Was she given to embellishment? Taylor took a deep breath. "I'm not sorry. You f--- can take this stupid onshoring --- and shove it up your -" "That is quite enough." This was the head of HR. "You can take your sissy ways and sashay -" "You are fired." "You can't fire me." "Oh, yes I can," said the office manager. The VP took another swig from his bottle. "Try it." He looked uncertain. "I will have you removed. Are you going to leave on your own? I am calling the police to help you leave." And he dialed the number. He stomped out cursing. They heard him noisily go down the hall. This was the front conference room. He actually went through security and out the door, throwing his badge on the ground on his way. The guard picked it up. They could see this through the glass wall. "Can you fire a VP?" "The Board told me that if anyone gives me problems they should be shown the door. Even a VP. I can fire everyone here. I won't, of course. Those were problems." "Are you alright, Taylor?" She nodded. "I've heard worse. Shall we continue?" And they did. The last item was that certain business people in China had been arrested, and the corporation that had been supporting them all these years had been dissolved. They were on their own, and the Board was dead serious on straightening things out. After this meeting, Taylor believed it. She did not attend the meeting to discuss how to distribute the few duties the VP of Manufacturing had done. That was ultimately up to the Board.

Lunch was at Cabaret, still free. The place was quiet: it was the sort of place you took a business client to impress them, and the few other people were in business suits. Most of the legal profession was there. She told him of the morning's frustrations, breaking her own rule about confidentiality. She asked Karen how the branding was going, and Karen had snapped back that she had not started on it yet - they had all these proposals. Taylor had explained that it was important, for the two o'clock meeting, and Karen told her to do it herself. Karen pointed out that Taylor could not touch her - her uncle was on the Board and her brother was VP of Manufacturing. Nor would the two computer guys go out to the plant - they were playing some kind of MMORPG and simply not available. If she wanted the pictures, she should go. Mary prayed an Ave Maria, but both she and Brenda were racing to get the proposal out. The client wanted it Friday for review. She didn't bring up what Mrs. McCarthy had told her. She wasn't sure how to approach it. She thought of telling her of a 'something more comfortable' she had bought in case he ever DID show up at her door. It was in the bottom drawer of her dresser, ready to go. Instead she talked about moving to a place with a garage. Several of the abandoned houses had one, and they had been maintained well with China cash. Bob had finally realized that when he was introduced as Bob, Taylor's boyfriend, that was just how things were done here. Other people had introduced each other in terms of family relationships, which were strong. Long before you found out anything else about someone, you knew how they were related. Family kept people from leaving Millville. "What is the real name of this town, anyway?" She laughed. "I am trying to find that out. It's 'Welcome to Millvale' when you come into town from the north, and 'Welcome to Millville' on the south. I have counted two other variants." "What a town. Roosevelt is like that, with the families, but there is only one spelling."

Nothing wrong with that. I'm glad that you found what makes you happy! Just curious what does your wife think? If it's too personal I understand.

– According to a recent survey, the most popular name for a dog is Max. Other popular names include Molly, Sam, Zach, and Maggie.

Music, movies and then gaming

Either new environment/ not potty trained

Bob was on his way home from the dojo and he "just happened" to driver by her place. It was 10:30. Her light was still on. He knew exactly where she was sitting. He saw her in his mind. A fierce wave of desire that took his breath away suddenly showed up. All he had to do was stop, get out of the car, walk to the door and knock. She would answer, glad to see him. She would know why he was there and what he wanted. She would invite him in, maybe get him something to drink, disappear for a moment and return in "something more comfortable." She would lead him back. Oh, joy. And never, ever speak to him again afterwards. Or she would not let him in but be angry about it. In no way, emotionally, physically, mentally or spiritually, was she ready for this, and he knew it, if he was honest with himself, and she knew he knew it. She would look upon it as another assault and their relationship would be irretrievably broken. He would have to leave town. It would devastate her. It would devastate him. He fought himself. He was frozen to his seat as his reason and his body fought. He was twenty four years old, a full-blooded male with normal desires; he had just worked out and he was ready. All he had to do now was open the car door. No one would know. He held his hands, one in the other, to keep one from moving, against his reason and will, to open that door. He did not want to be a slave of his desires. He looked across the street. Mrs. McCarthy, sister of his landlord, was peeking though her window. She knew his car. Everyone in town would know by noon the next day if he got out of the car. Taylor did not need that, either, and she would know, if he came to the door now, what a selfish thing it would be: in his own eyes, in the eyes of Taylor, in the eyes of the town, and worst of all, in the eyes of God. He sat there a moment longer. He was, as he reflected, entering into her sufferings in a small way that she would be made whole, healthy and happy: what he wanted more than anything. But this hurt. Why had all this come on her? He asked God again, but there was only silence. He drove home in that silence. He chided himself for even going on her street and for driving on it other nights. He would stop that, he told himself. ------------------------------------------ The next morning Taylor went out to her car to go to work. Mrs. McCarthy met her before she got to it. "I thought you were going to get lucky last night, dearie," she said. Taylor was puzzled. "Why, what do you mean?" "That young fellow - you know, Bob - he's been driving around here, going up and down the street some nights, not stopping. Well, last night he parked and sat in his car for a while. I think he was staring at your window. I think he was trying to get up the courage to knock on the door. I was rooting for him. But then he drove away. Faint heart never won fair lady, as they say. What a shame. You two are a lovely couple. Well, have a good day!" "Thank you, Mrs. McCarthy." Taylor knew Bob extremely well and knew what had been going through his mind. She was more than grateful he had not gotten out of the car. Better for him, better for her, better for everybody. Surgery "down there" sooner than later. This was driving the poor boy crazy. It was driving her crazy, too. But she had a lot to work through. Surgery "up here" she said, pointing to her head. She woke up her therapist on the way to work. They were still talking when she pulled into her designated parking spot. That was a perk that had happened yesterday. She took a deep breath and headed into work. It would be another wild day.

bittersweet: especially : pleasure accompanied by suffering or regret