Transformers

I went again to a PSP party. I arrived at almost 5.30pm, this time there weren’t so many women like before. When the weather gets warm, the Canadians have an interesting behaviour. Go out, but no to socialize but meet nature and sniffing pollen.

I just hi to the organizer, the chubby Sarah. My back has facing the brick wall, nervous, lost, with nothing to say and terrible shy. In front of me a tall woman sat was drinking and turned her head to look at me and say “do you want to order something”? The woman in fact was a transgender, male to female (MTF). She was dressed normally and very good looking. We talked a lot, well, it was a kind of interview. She said she was 51….Jesus, she didn’t look like of somebody of that edge. With 30 years working for the government she wanted to work 3 years more before touch the retirement. She has 2 children, going to the university, so, she needs more money to feed them and send them to the school. His son is gay, she was happy and said to him “I didn’t noticed it”. It happens even in the best families.

The most funny moment was when she asked me what was my type of woman…I just said femenine and normal. I said what I was looking in a girl; beauty, intelligence, a good cooker, nice, gentle…all the qualities nobody has it all together. Every time I said a quality she answered: “like me”. Ummm, she was kidding but I must admit I was scared. Just a bit. She was with a friend of her, a chubby lady in her 50’s. I don’t know why but I can swear she was under medication.

The tranny is very active in the community. She volunteers in Pink Triangle, she gives conferences about LGBT people to the Police and other institutions. Well, when almost 8pm was closer she wanted to go home, not without giving me her e-mail. I was happy to meet somebody …extraordinary.

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Back to the Roots, Back to a Library

It’s funny, when my contract at Correctional ended I was a bit concerned about my future. I was shocked and disgusted the way they treated me. It took me almost 3 weeks to find this job, and believe me, I didn’t look it, I just sent an email to all the agencies saying I was available. I had 4 interviews, plus 1 one for a permanent job. I had test for Elections Canada and I wanted to have a break but as you can see, I was busy.

Finally, one agency called me about this job, I said to send my résumé and I had to wait those 3 week when I had the interview for this position. She asked me about my background in finances, I answered all her questions, with a fluent English, I must say I improved it since I moved here and after 20 minutes of chatting she said ” do you have any question?” And I asked the same question I say every time I have an interview “how many people did you interview?” She said it was 2 weeks since she was doing the interviews and she was interested in somebody else but that person wasn’t available anymore. After that, that, she said if there wasn’t any other question that she hires me.

The place, esthetically speaking is beautiful. I work in a library. It’s ironic, my first job in Canada was in a library. Today was my first day, my boss, the director, introduced me to everybody in the office. Of course I don’t remember any name and I got troubles to find the washroom. At least I know my telephone number.

There was a guy, a gay, who studied at the librarian school with a college I worked at the National Library of Quebec. And guess what. Guess who made my contract…my neighbour Sidi. Yes, he lives just besides me. I remember once he told me he worked in a library but I never thought that library. I saw his name in the mailroom and I thought “nahhhhh” and when we were greeting and meeting people I saw his picture…Jesus. I just could talk to him at lunch time. He was surprised and happy, he said “I made your contract, I swear, I didn’t make the link”.

Life just funny, and this planet is smaller than an I-Pod shuffle.

What’s next? I’ll have some training soon, I don’t know, why those things are happening? Something big is coming.

 

Bitchy Summary

It’s exactly 2 weeks since I finished my contract at Correctional Service, I’m glad that nightmare is over. After that, I had a very important interview with International Trade Tribunal, I was very nervous but I did it great, one week later somebody called me asking me about my second language results, which I got. So, I guess I must wait. Yesterday I had another test for Elections Canada, I think I did it well, but they’ll send an email at the end of the month with the “chosen”. I spoke to the person in charge and she said there will be 30 positions, but I know at least in my room there were 40 candidates, and there were 4 sessions, so, I assume there’re more than 150 persons applying for those jobs. She said also they will have a “pool” and if there is an election this Summer, all will be hired.

I’ve been very tired last week, I started to take vitamines and I’m training 5 days for 35 minutes on my bike. I wish I could have a road ride bike to go outside and perform more, in the meantime I got my mountain bike. This week I need to find a job. Not because of money, well, yes, but I need to get busy because I’m getting crazy being at home. Sometimes the phone doesn’t stop ringing because I got propositions, but till now nothing clear or concrete.

I miss my father a lot. I need a woman in my life too, which I found very complicated in all senses. Days ago I was looking for escorts in Ottawa. Do you want to know the price? There are women who can have sex with men, couples and women. So, for a lesbian, 30 minutes cost 240$…half an hour, so, calculate just 1 hour. I was tempted but the price and my chiropractor tariff put me down. I guess I have to wait till I found a job and I can make some activities.

Oscar’s night tonight, a Peruvian film is candidate for best foreigner movie. It’s quite an event in Peru, something historical, I wonder if my ex-bitch thinks of me in this very moment. I started to hate it…Why bitches are so lucky? Because there’re idiots like me that can make it happen. I realized that there’re 3 important bitches in my life: my mother, my ex and my cat…al females. People able to love me, manipulate me, hate me and count on me. I wish I could be a bitch too but I’m more a dog with a dog life.

I hope to have good news soon of a job and a girl.