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judecorpNormally talking to my father on the phone makes me laugh, but tonight it was just tedious and infuriating. He was watching television and not really paying attention to what I was saying. Granted, I didn't have a heck of a lot to say, but he asked me what was up with me about five times. I guess it took five times to get "I work a lot. I'm flying to New Jersey." into his head. Argh!
But the most infuriating thing was his insistance (and I don't even remember how or why it came up) that I have "a secret." I think he said something about how I could go on Jerry Springer with "my secret." I was like, "What secret is that, Dad?" and he was all, "you know..." Grrr. Just say it if it bothers you, Dad.
As much as I like my job and really believe in what I do, I really miss having a Big Gay Job. For starters, I'm not at all used to being in a work place where I'm perceived as heterosexual (umm... duh?), I'm not used to getting hit on/stalked/grabbed/flirted with by men, and I just plain feel out of my element. There was something calmly comfortable about going to work at both of my Big Gay Jobs, and I miss them. I still think about that job in Boston sometimes. My job at Faith Mission is rewarding and important and I feel good doing the actual job. I'm just tired and overworked and cranky and want someone to snuggle with me. Le heaving sigh.
But the most infuriating thing was his insistance (and I don't even remember how or why it came up) that I have "a secret." I think he said something about how I could go on Jerry Springer with "my secret." I was like, "What secret is that, Dad?" and he was all, "you know..." Grrr. Just say it if it bothers you, Dad.
As much as I like my job and really believe in what I do, I really miss having a Big Gay Job. For starters, I'm not at all used to being in a work place where I'm perceived as heterosexual (umm... duh?), I'm not used to getting hit on/stalked/grabbed/flirted with by men, and I just plain feel out of my element. There was something calmly comfortable about going to work at both of my Big Gay Jobs, and I miss them. I still think about that job in Boston sometimes. My job at Faith Mission is rewarding and important and I feel good doing the actual job. I'm just tired and overworked and cranky and want someone to snuggle with me. Le heaving sigh.
