judecorp | Oct. 9th, 2002

Argh! I got up at 8 o'clock this morning because I was supposed to go to an employee training at 9. I get there, and for the life of me, I can't find this training. The Volunteer Coordinator (who is also in charge of trainings) is also not around, so eventually I find one of the administrative assistants and she's like, "I think I saw an email about the epilepsy training..." She graciously boots her computer and finds out that an email was sent out saying that the 9am epilepsy training has been moved to 4pm. Yes, 4pm. Not 9am. By this point, I'm totally cheesed because I don't work until 12:30pm on Wednesdays, and here it is 9am.

I start joking around about how I have a nasty message for the VC (Volunteer Coordinator). He arrives while I'm upstairs talking with Coworker Sandra, so I knock on his door and make this big flamboyant display about how it's 9am and Epilepsy Training is at 4pm and did anyone tell me? Noooooooo. He apologizes a million times and I go on and on about how I'm going to get him later (I really like him), and he says, "Well, to make it up to you, I have a present for you." I certainly can't resist presents, so I'm like, "Well, okay. I can be bought," and it's this plastic window cling thingy that's been done to look like stained glass, and wouldn't you know, it's the HRC symbol. Ha! This now officially /proves/ the VC's "is he or isn't he?" status to the affirmative (Clue 1: Favorite show - Will and Grace; Clue 2: passing out pamplets to case managers for gender and sexuality resources), even though he was all, "It's a cute little equality symbol." He's like, "I saw this and I thought of you, so here you go." Now, we all know I'm not the biggest fan of the HRC, but heck, I'll put it in my office anyway. :)

So now I'm home for two hours before I need to go back into work, and I guess it's story time. Now that I'm less infuriated, I can get into the /real/ reason I was annoyed with my father last night. I was spouting off about it to

The Girl last night and we got a good chuckle about it, so it's all good. So anyway, my dad was asking me if she's moving into my apartment (this is a common question these days, and the answer is no), and when I told him no, he asked why. I went into the reasons. He then was like, "If she did, people might think you're doing something shameful." Let me just say once that there is no way in hell that anyone is going to put the word "shameful" on my life or on someone/something so important to me, so I was ticked. I was all, "Shameful like what?" and he went into his classic "you know..."s and after one more "No, what's shameful?" with no answer I was irate.

Dad: /You/ know...
Me: No, what?
Dad: /You/ know...
Me: You mean they might think we're having sex?
Dad: ...
Me: Is that it?
Dad: ...
Me: People can think that all they want. I encourage it.
Dad: Why?
Me: Because we're having sex. WE'RE HAVING SEX! We've been having sex for a while now! And you know what? I don't care /who/ knows, because I tell people all the time!

By this point, I was practically raising my voice, and it probably ended up sounding like some sitcom. Later, when relaying the story to Jennifer, I actually started yelling, from my bed, "Attention, Columbus: Jennifer and I are having sex, lots of sex, lots and lots of sex," and we both ended up getting the giggles about it (after she asked me if I'd opened my apartment door to shout it to the street). So it was all better.

But yeah, I was furious last night. It would seem that my number one button these days is anything that in some way casts doubt on or tries to diminish my relationship with Jennifer. Aah well. Parents.