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Whilst today is yet to come to a close, it's been brilliant insofar. Mainly because not only did these sweet guys come over and finally unstick the terrace door - by spending four hours detaching the old handle and installing a new one as well as oiling the hinges... - but they also installed a water conserving, eco friendly shower head and kitchen tap while they were here anyway, and fixed the locks on my front door so that I can finally use all my keys. Very groovy guys, thank you so much ♥ I don't know how long all this took them, because I had to leave for a meeting with the social and economy welfare peeps, but they were pretty tired when I left.
My meeting was uneventful, but uplifting. I had to tell my new contact about my partner, my coming out, and my name-change as well, all during different parts of the interview, which to me is no big deal at all, and not to her either. But. But, you guys. When she handed me a couple of papers to sign, she paused, and looked me square in the eye, and said that she was going to sound really stupid but had to ask me anyway. Did I identify female? Because she had filled in the check-box for woman based on my old name, and was that an awful presumption of her? I almost teared up. It's the first time anyone has ever been so respectful of gender identity to my face! I think I overwhelmed her with my praise, really, so we both went our separate ways quite pleased.
I celebrated with a cup of coffee. Came home to realise I didn't have my keys, and that the boys had left the building. Rats. But it didn't take one them even five minutes to get back here and let me in, so that was my bad, forgetting spare keys and all, and also gave him the opportunity to tell me about everything they'd done, so - once again - I felt grateful and pleased due to other people's thoughtfulness. I'm not regretting moving down here one iota.
Whilst today is yet to come to a close, it's been brilliant insofar. Mainly because not only did these sweet guys come over and finally unstick the terrace door - by spending four hours detaching the old handle and installing a new one as well as oiling the hinges... - but they also installed a water conserving, eco friendly shower head and kitchen tap while they were here anyway, and fixed the locks on my front door so that I can finally use all my keys. Very groovy guys, thank you so much ♥ I don't know how long all this took them, because I had to leave for a meeting with the social and economy welfare peeps, but they were pretty tired when I left.
My meeting was uneventful, but uplifting. I had to tell my new contact about my partner, my coming out, and my name-change as well, all during different parts of the interview, which to me is no big deal at all, and not to her either. But. But, you guys. When she handed me a couple of papers to sign, she paused, and looked me square in the eye, and said that she was going to sound really stupid but had to ask me anyway. Did I identify female? Because she had filled in the check-box for woman based on my old name, and was that an awful presumption of her? I almost teared up. It's the first time anyone has ever been so respectful of gender identity to my face! I think I overwhelmed her with my praise, really, so we both went our separate ways quite pleased.
I celebrated with a cup of coffee. Came home to realise I didn't have my keys, and that the boys had left the building. Rats. But it didn't take one them even five minutes to get back here and let me in, so that was my bad, forgetting spare keys and all, and also gave him the opportunity to tell me about everything they'd done, so - once again - I felt grateful and pleased due to other people's thoughtfulness. I'm not regretting moving down here one iota.
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