Today.

As I was taking my riding gear off and hanging it up in my cubicle I noticed a slip of paper on the floor right at the entrance. It was a fortune from some long-forgotten fortune cookie, "Your dearest dream is coming true."

In 5 hours I'll be in a meeting with my manager to tell him I'll be transitioning and discuss what we need to do to make this work here.

I can't say I'm not at least a little nervous.

I know this is something I need to do. If I needed any reinforcement that fact was driven home when talking with windrdr last night. I said that now is the hard time. She though I meant the upcoming meeting. That's not the hard part; what's difficult is going back to being him.

The mask I work for over 30 years fits so poorly now and has become so uncomfortable as to be unbearable.

Today, pt. II

Three word review: It went well!

I want to thank everyone for their words of support. That meant everything to me. Sorry I didn't reply; I had a lot going on!

I met with my manager and we spoke for about fifteen minutes, then brought the division's HR Director in, and the three of us spoke for about half an hour more, including that we would try to have one big meeting with everyone who needed to be involved on the management/administrative side. HR Director went off to make her calls and 45 minutes later I had a meeting with my manager and his manager.

Finally, HR Director came back with information that the meeting will probably be sometime next week.

Edit to fix some really basic and bizarre typos of the sort I've been making all day.

Ah, motorcycle maintenance.

windrdr wasn't able to ride to work today as she wanted because she couldn't get her bike to start. When I arrived home (after she and I met for dinner) I tried and had the same behavior, though it did fire briefly the first time I cranked it. That I couldn't smell gasoline from the tail pipe helped me narrow it down - most likely the engine wasn't getting any fuel, even with the choke set fully!

I believe I located the culprit: the hose on the vacuum port of the #4 carburetor has cracked. I'll bet that's why there's no fuel. That hose is probably connected to the vacuum-operated valve on the tank petcock, and there's not a great deal of vacuum present when cranking.