GLBT Helpline Interview

I went to my interview to volunteer with a GLBT Helpline call center thingy, and it was the most non-interview interview I've ever had, mostly because the director-person and I are far too alike in our philosophies. She would ask me questions and I would answer, and she would start nodding, and then we would go off on some tangent. Eventually she asked about my comfort with trans- issues and I didn't know how to answer because, well, I'd say I'm comfortable with trans- issues but I don't want to be Mr. 'I Know About Everything' and I also didn't want to be Mr. 'I Am Uncomfortable So I Will Just Say That I Have A Tranny Friend.' So I actually laughed about it and said I had tons to learn but I'm most interested in the academics of gender, and that I didn't want to be one of those people that says, "I'm friends with trannies, so I must be cool!" but I also couldn't say I /was/ trans, because even though I identify as genderqueer I don't really participate in the community (here) and I know my interviewer does, so wow, this is a big run-on sentence. So we got to talking about gender issues and I got to drop my Coolness Bomb, namely that I got to talk to Dar Williams about her stance regarding trans-inclusion at Michigan. So now the interviewer thinks I'm a cool rock star, and really, what's better than that?

(I suppose what could be better would be if I could get involved with the radical queer types, but I don't want to seem like I'm stalking my interviewer. So instead I'll just sit around and say, "Hey, I dated a transwoman once!" or something equally lame.)

She also asked a bunch of questions about racism and some really personal-type self-analysis questions, and I think I talked way too much and she now knows I'm ridiculously metacognitive. Oops. But she asked for my coming-out story and that's where I totally balked - because I don't have one. At all. And not because I'm not "out" or whatever, either. But I didn't have any real coming-out dramatics like so many people do. I sort of came out, then ended up getting married, then got divorced, then had to do the whole 'Wow, I'm Serious This Time' stuff, and then moved in with Jen so was thereby outed to everyone in my extended family without incident. I totally sat there and was like, "Well, I never really 'came out' in the sense that people usually do. I totally just started talking about dating girls and no one really cared except my mother, whom I don't talk to much anyway." Oops.

But it was a pretty fun interview, and I'm looking forward to volunteering there in the hopes that there are other totally cool people like my interviewer, because that would rock. Oh, it would also rock if volunteering helped me eventually get a Big Gay Job, which I also confessed to said interviewer and she admitted that was how she got her current position.

Just shoot me before the snow comes, okay?

If we get multiple feet of snow tomorrow night into Sunday, I seriously think I will just cry and cry and cry. Snowstorms make my job so freaking difficult and stressful. Even though the driving surfaces of the roads will be mostly clear by Monday morning, there is the possibility of two feet of snow arriving, which will all be stacked all over the sides of the roads. This makes parking a nightmare in an already congested environment.

I know that some friends of mine think I'm overreacting with the whole snow thing, but I also don't see them driving all over the city hour after hour, looking for mounds of snow short enough to drive over, climbing out of the car into other people's snowpiles, and trying to parallel park over snowbanks and ruts. Hour after hour, five to six times a day, relentlessly. It's easy to holler about how ridiculous I am, how I should "get over it" or "get some exercise and shovel" when they're sitting in their climate controlled offices watching the snowdrifts blow out the window instead of falling all over the uncleared sidewalks.

I am already loathing Monday morning.