I’m really emotional because today one of my managers asked if I wanted a new name tag that said Sam instead of Samantha.
I’ve been working two weeks and we were given the opportunity to have our name tags be different than our legal names when we got them, but she noticed that I tend to introduce myself as Sam except when I’m with customers and realized I might not have been comfortable asking for a different name right away.
And it’s such a small thing but it felt so nice? And I was told there’s “a whole squad of non-binary people” but it didn’t really hit me what it meant that there’s a bunch of people out at work. This place is accommodating and understanding and I’m kind of crying about it.
I’ve always sort of put gender as a thing I just want to sort out just for myself as I kind of figure I’m always going to outwardly be a cis girl and have those privileges, and like even on here I stick to that mostly, but sometimes things like this that make me feel like there are other options that are tangible and practical and real gets me all ??? and emotional.
For the first time in my life, people aren’t assuming I’m a girl. I was told about the numerous non-binary people because that person figured I might be one of them. And my manager wanted to make sure I was being identified the way I wanted.
It’s kinda strange but wholly wonderful.
(Even though I did keep Samantha because I like having something fully feminine to hide behind in case things go south)
(And I’d never fully stop identifying at least partially as a girl, if only because lesbian is the one label that feels 100% right)
This was supposed to be a short post but I ended up working 12 hours today (by choice, I was told I didn’t have to but I stayed to help cover for someone who was out sick) and I get rambly when I’m tired.
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