I made it to the clinic roughly on time despite a sick wife and baby, and there’s only one person at reception who’s taking five years to solve one client’s issue.
Actually there’s two but they’re both working on the same problem. And I’m not even the first person in line.
I think my landlord sees us as people, he’s just fundamentally incapable of understanding what it means to live in a lower income bracket. He’s selling the house we live in and seemed genuinely confused why we, as a single earner household paying significantly below market rent, would be worried because “there’s only a few situations where they can kick you out”. Yes and if they invoke one, which they will because we’re a bad investment, we’re SCREWED.
Meanwhile he thinks he’s being generous by listing for below appraisal when it’s still at least double what he paid a couple years ago. Just living on a totally different planet.
Yeah I’m trans and my wife is a cis lady and neither of our current legal names are our birth name. No one’s used my birth name for at least a decade but when we visit my in-laws I’m the only one who doesn’t call her by hers. Always amuses me when I stop to think about it.