On a happy note, I have a job! I got the nannying job and I am LOVING it, despite the fact that the first thing Baby likes to do when he sees me in the morning is spit up on me. He also loves to smile and giggle when I change his diaper. I'm relatively sure that he's very proud of the fact that he made a mess and I have to clean it up. But Baby is a baby, and that comes with the territory.
Despite the fact that my abject insanity is now presenting itself to Significant Other, he still hasn't run for the hills. I don't know why. But I'm glad that he's still around. I can complain to him all I want and he doesn't mind. He also sent me flowers when I was having a bad day once. He didn't seem to mind at all when I freaked out and locked all the doors in the house because I thought I heard zombies in my backyard, and he was very supportive of me when I decided to go on an adventure without my GPS. Either he is very devoted to playing his role so he can eventually cook me for dinner...or he might actually like me, despite the crazy.
Little Sister has been driving me batshit insane. I've actually been physically ill lately because of the stress of her. We won't go into that because this will turn into a pages-long rant about my home life and how badly I want to move out.
The big thing lately, relating to my transition, is that Baby's parents found out about my transition. I had kept it quiet while being interviewed and trial running for the job, because I didn't know how they'd react to it. Also, my name has not legally been changed, so there would have been issues if I gave them my preferred name and it came out that way. But, thankfully, everybody is totally fine with it.
I'm a bit forgetful on a few occasions...so, a long time ago when I wasn't taking business calls, I changed the voicemail on my cell phone. If the phone goes to voicemail, you get a polite (I hope) recording of me saying, "Hi, this is Pete..."
I didn't think about this when I gave my number to Nanny Family. It didn't even occur to me when I got Nanny Mama's voice message asking me if I'd like to do a trial run with them. The issue only came up a few days later, when I was at the house and she subtly asked me if I had a nickname or anything else I'd like to be called.
I could tell that she was getting at something specific. I knew that lying would be pointless, so I laid everything out and said that I was perfectly comfortable with them calling me (legal name) and using female pronouns with me, if that's what they're comfortable with. Both Nanny Mama and Nanny Daddy went right to calling me Petey and using male pronouns.
I don't suppose I should be surprised, seeing as this is one of the most liberal and open-minded areas in the state. But I've said before, people can have pretty bad reactions when this sort of thing comes up.
I have to appreciate that I REALLY got lucky, working for a family who doesn't have a problem with it. They even laughed and joked that they get to tell people that they have a manny now. I'm very flattered. :) And proud that I also get to call myself a manny.
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