Saturday, April 24, 2010

Working Girl Blues

Sorry for the lack of updates this week. As much as I love being Kelli, five days a week I have to dress in male drab and seek a living as an underpaid and overworked male employee. I can't complain too much about my job as it does put food on my table (and pretty clothes in my closet). However, although my company seems to be profitable and doing reasonably well even in these uncertain economic times, that prosperity has yet to trickle down to the ground floor where people actually have to work up a sweat (pardon me... I meant perspire! How very un-ladylike!). I work on the ground floor, and my repeated attempts at gaining a raise in pay or promotion had pretty much been ignored. So, I decided to test the job market and see what else was out there.

Sending out resumes was easy, and whether you are male or female, I recommend flats or low heels for "pounding the pavement". Then something wonderful happened -- a company I had talked to some time back had an unexpected job opening and they called me. They liked the freshly updated resume I sent them. They liked the witty job interview. They even liked the background check (which I am guessing makes no mention of Kelli). They hired me on the spot and I am in the process of changing employers (same job / more money!). All in all, it's been a very busy week.

The nice thing about my job is that it can be done equally well by either men or women, and more and more women are making inroads in the business. I normally get along well with whoever (or is it whomever?) my co-workers are, but have found it possible to slip into something of "girl talk" mode with female co-workers. For a conservative, Christian, TG, autogynephiliac, that's like icing on the cake.



  1. I wish I could be that way but I can say my co-workers are the kind that don't get it. I'm stuck in bound form till I am on my way home for the nite. But I have to try to change while I'm driving. Which any body can say is kind of a hazards. But any way my coworkers are the kind that try to be what they see on TV or the grease monkeys that love to work on car. They could never understand the freedom I get from askirt and heels.

  2. "Bound form" -- I like that phrase. Also, I've never tried to change while driving, but am afraid just the sight of me putting on a wig would send a few cars and trucks skidding off the road.