One Step Back, One Step Forward
I work in a city-owned building, where artists and arts organizations rent out rooms. This morning, I went to the building office to pick up a replacement key for a door whose locks had changed. (Because the city is master of all locks, and in charge of keys.) I’m friendly with the building secretary, JS, and when I went to pick up the key she said she was annoyed with EU, a friend of mine who also works in the building and had put in the replacement key request for me. (Isn’t bureaucracy awesome?)
I asked why, and she showed me the key request EU had put in. Specifically, my name.
“(Old name)/Rebecca”
That’s right, EU had put my male name -slash- Rebecca.

