Tuesday, January 10, 2012

My Sentimental Boss

When I first met my current boss, I hated him so much. He introduced himself to me as "Cowboy Bill." Puke. He was a total jerk, and I couldn't stand how lazy he was. Things changed and he grew on me. Still he tells me stories about his personal life that I can't help but tell him, "You're an ass." Then there's the stories (and the actions) where I think he seems like the sweetest, kindest, gentle-est man in the world. 

It didn't take him long to figure me out in the weirdest ways. He noticed that my eyes change color when I'm mad -- which no one has ever pointed out to me before, and probably won't ever again. He notices small changes in the things I wear. He knows when I walk into work whether I want to be spoken to or not. It's safe to say he broke down some walls, and I had conversations with him that I wouldn't with any other boss ever. I trust him.

A while ago, he said in passing that he knew a trans woman. I took the information and put it in my pocket for later in case something more came of the conversation. Last week, she came up again. I listened intently for the way he spoke about her. As he used the right pronouns and never faltered in any way, I got really excited and blurted out, "Can I tell you a secret?"

"I'm trans."
[Dumbfounded look, confused for dumb look.]
"I'm like Erica."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah. Don't tell anyone, please."
"No, I won't. That's awesome, but I need to sit down."
[Sits down]
"That's awesome, but wow. Wow."
"That's so awesome."
"Well, let's do coffee sometime."

Later on that night, he called me into the office as I was leaving. "Hey, thanks for telling me that tonight. I'm honored and touched that you trust me enough to share that."

Since then, he's hugged me every time he greets me. So not where I thought I'd be few months down the line after meeting "Cowboy Bill." Him and I are taking my car to get an oil change on Sunday since I told him I was nervous about it. Weird how things change. I think my New Year's Resolution is not to make snap judgments about people I meet.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Welcome to 2012. We've Been Waiting For You.

Hello all,

It is now the year 2012. The year we've all been dreading. December 21st, the end of the world, is just around the corner. I'm not sure I'm ready for this, but I know the zombies are.

However, I'm about as ready as I'm gonna be. I informed Shelley where we hide the bat. Ya know, most people wouldn't hide their bats, but I believe all weapons are something to be stored away. Why, tell me why would you just leave a gun sitting out. You wouldn't. So, like I said, Shelley knows where the bat is. We'll have to work on techniques with it, but we do have til December. From what I understand, zombies cannot climb stairs. But there seems to be a serious amount of confusion on that matter as I see it defied in movies all the time. It is nice to remember they don't move fast, and they're not fully functioning. Keep a cool head this coming year and remember you're faster, stronger, better than the zombs. We're calling 'em "zombs" these days, by the way.

In other news, I already told you about Christmas. It was pathetically stupid, but I got some sweet freakin' presents. Shelley bought me a Kindle and a new electric guitar starter kit (meaning it has an amp and all with it). Shelley got a new camera, so it seems a time for us to pick up our old hobbies and try a fresh start at them.

Pretty sure Shelley joined straight hipster status at this point. She makes safety pin bracelets, coffee mug cozies, light switch plate covers, and enjoys taking pictures. She also just bought a new pair of skinny legged jeans. Yup, that's my hipster.

For New Year's Eve, we went to dinner with a friend named Tessi. She's obsessed with Ricky Gervais and has a small resolution to stop obsessing over him for the next two weeks. The day she gets to obsess over him again is the day he hosts the Golden Globes. That's pretty convenient, eh?

Such a good picture. Anyway, we went to T.G.I.Friday's for dinner. Shelley and I were the super uncool friends we are and went home at like 8, maybe earlier. Who was looking? Shelley and I went home and watched a movie (Forces of Nature, terrible), and I fell asleep on the couch at like 10:30 while she cleaned. We had a midnight kiss and went to bed.

Now, I sure hope all of your activities went well. I hope you all stayed safe and warm.


P.S. How do you like this blog with pictures?