Thought I’d share with you a few things that are going on in and around my life. First off, I’m still on that temp-to-hire assignment. Am I happy about it? Well, I’m happy that I’m getting paid, if that’s what you’re wondering. I won’t bore you in this post with the details, but I will say it’s probably the most demanding work I’ve ever done in my career. There are lots of things to learn, and the boss is a very hard person to please. But at least they can’t say I’m not trustworthy: I do show up when my shift begins; I stay late if need be; and I do my best to at least try to learn and retain what I’m learning, and ask questions when necessary.
Despite that, I’m quite nervous about my long-term prospects at this company. The person who’s been training me is planning to depart by the end of this month, and most of the responsibilities of this position will fall to me. So, yeah, a lot will be demanded of me, and I’m not sure if I’m quite ready for all of it. [*sound of my throat swallowing a big lump of nervousness*] But if it doesn’t work out… well, who know’s what will happen for me if it doesn’t? But I know I will at least take with me a better sense of what I can do, what I will need to improve on, and a bit of personal pride (as dinged as it might be) that I did my best in a difficult role.
Thankfully, my work assignment doesn’t intrude on my weekend plans. And with how stressful and tiring this job can be, I need the weekend to recharge and recuperate. This past weekend was no exception, and I got to do something fun: I went shopping. As Allison! My friend, Jen, had her own tiring week, and since we didn’t get to see each other during the week, she wanted to do something together. Not having anything big to do on Sunday afternoon, I obliged and put on my best makeup, a casual outfit, and a decent wig and browsed through Macy’s with Jen.
You’re probably asking, gee, Allison, did you buy anything? Well, that last paragraph said “window shopping,” so Jen and I kept our credit cards in our purses. We didn’t try on any outfits in the fitting rooms either (bummer). But we did spend what amounted to a fun 3 hours just browsing through the racks and marveling over what would or wouldn’t look good on us.
Now, Jen and I were tempted to buy a little something from the mega-markdown sales rack. And we were thisclose to buying some new flattering lip color (especially considering the Estee Lauder clerk was cute!). But more than any purchase either of us would’ve made was the fact that we did some “girl time” together, including just catching up with each other over our respective tiring weeks. Oh, what was just as enjoyable was the fact that nobody walked past me and gave me a double take or a glare of “that’s really a guy?!” disapproval.
Sunday wasn’t the first time Jen and I went shopping together, and neither of us expect it to be the last. One of these weekends, perhaps before the snow starts flying, we’ll get together again and just do whatever knows what. (No, robbing a bank doesn’t count.) And no matter what it will be, it will be spent with a good friend with whom we can bond over more than just stressful work weeks.
That wasn’t my only recent bonding session in a dress. Late last month, a fellow crossdresser and social media friend put out an invitation. “I have some time to dress up,” she said; “who wants to join me?” Well, being the person who wants to please someone when I have the privilege, I accepted her offer and drove up one late Saturday afternoon to her trailer.
Yep, you read the end of that paragraph right: A trailer, in a RV/camper park an hour or so north of Madison by car. When she’s in male mode, my friend and her significant other enjoy summer weekends in camp, where they can enjoy warm weather, spend time on or along the lake, or just chat with visiting family and friends and the folks in the next rental lot over. She doesn’t get to dress up too much while she’s there, however, as her spouse is not into her dressing up in female clothing, hence her desire to have a dress-up partner.
I was honored to be that dress-up partner for her that Saturday. We put on our outfits, snapped more than a few photos, and just enjoyed having that “girl time” with each other for a few hours. The two of us actually did this together a few years ago, so it was good to get together with her again to dress up… and empathize. She had her own job change situation this summer as well, and just like me, she wound up finding new employment. So, yes, our conversation did include the topic of work. But it was more than just shop talk, as we shared mutual thoughts about having a feminine side. She seemed bummed out a bit that she doesn’t dress up as much as she should. I know the feeling, as I don’t always get to dress up myself, even with free time.
But I did impart on her one valuable lesson, one she understood and accepted: While girls like us may not get to dress up often, even a little bit of “girl time” can make one feel good. It can be as short as a few minutes or as long as a weekend (your own length of time may vary), but that time is well spent en femme. Here’s hoping that any bit of time you may have to dress up, however long or short, leaves you feeling your very best… and that it lingers long after the clothes are put away.
(Oh, and you’re wondering about the photos from that day… yes, I gotta get around to sharing them with you. And I gotta get around to sending my friend’s share of pics to her, as we used my camera. I hope she’ll enjoy them when I finally get around to sending them to her.)