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Okay, for a subject line, that's terrible. But it kinda sums up this post. So...
( Cut because I'm just whining about life and you probably don't want to read it )
In more positive news...
Wednesday I'm travelling up north to take part in an LGBTT awareness event in our Liverpool office. The diversity team in the Liverpool office mean well, but they haven't a clue about LGBTT issues. When our organisation first started setting up the various diversity network groups they told us there are no gays in Liverpool. It's not even prejudice, just pure cluelessness.
So my job is to talk to anyone who is willing to listen and hope I can convince some of their closeted staff that setting up a network group is to their advantage. It'll mean an overnight stay in my favourite city, which is cool, though I don't think I'm going to have time for sightseeing, and I know I won't have time for a night out. If I'm lucky I'll grab a couple of hours to troll the bookshops, though.
And next week I've got a sort-of date. I seriously doubt it'll go anywhere but it's kinda cool to even think it could. There's a performance of the Vagina Monologues at the Riverfront theatre, and we both wanted to go so we're doing that and having a meal first. Knowing K, it'll end up being sandwiches at Starbucks. But what the hell.
( Cut because I'm just whining about life and you probably don't want to read it )
In more positive news...
Wednesday I'm travelling up north to take part in an LGBTT awareness event in our Liverpool office. The diversity team in the Liverpool office mean well, but they haven't a clue about LGBTT issues. When our organisation first started setting up the various diversity network groups they told us there are no gays in Liverpool. It's not even prejudice, just pure cluelessness.
So my job is to talk to anyone who is willing to listen and hope I can convince some of their closeted staff that setting up a network group is to their advantage. It'll mean an overnight stay in my favourite city, which is cool, though I don't think I'm going to have time for sightseeing, and I know I won't have time for a night out. If I'm lucky I'll grab a couple of hours to troll the bookshops, though.
And next week I've got a sort-of date. I seriously doubt it'll go anywhere but it's kinda cool to even think it could. There's a performance of the Vagina Monologues at the Riverfront theatre, and we both wanted to go so we're doing that and having a meal first. Knowing K, it'll end up being sandwiches at Starbucks. But what the hell.
