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  <title>Ugh, do I really want to?</title>
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  <description>Posted by: &lt;span lj:user=&apos;parmonster.livejournal.com&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos; class=&apos;ljuser&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=125254&amp;amp;t=I&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png&apos; alt=&apos;[identity profile] &apos; width=&apos;16&apos; height=&apos;16&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://parmonster.livejournal.com/&apos; rel=&apos;nofollow&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;parmonster.livejournal.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I transitioned 13 years ago, I worked for a medium-sized company (300 people or so) near my hometown.  I&apos;d been there about 7 months pre-transition, and stayed about 6 months post-transition.  So, to put it simply, they saw me at my most awkward.  Being the entirety of the IT staff, I was also extremely visible, even before transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got a note via my mom a couple days ago (she&apos;d worked for this company too), saying that the owner had pinged her about having a &quot;reunion party&quot; this weekend (the company has since been bought out by a larger organization).  A part of me would really like to go.  I had friends there, and despite some reservations about exactly how my boss met the challenge of my transition, I really always did consider her a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time... Ugh... an entire gathering of people who knew &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETA&lt;/b&gt;: Not gunna go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because I&apos;m worried about the headspace or dealing with awkwardness, but because I remembered that I&apos;ve got too much to do in the next several days and can&apos;t afford to blow Saturday on a fieldtrip down memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=trans&amp;ditemid=1696273&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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