Cool women

 Work is work and men are men, but maybe I should acknowledge my gender a bit more.


Tonight, as I approached, on foot, bike cage in the basement, an emerging cyclist noticed my approach and left the electronic cage open. She was wearing what I will politely call lady commuter clothes, and I recognised her as a school classmate (in the day), above me by two years, cycles every day. 

I read annual report of a women's service and liked the leadership, culturally (and class) diverse. 

My manager was made permanent, and when I outlined milestones and due dates, they said, redundantly, "I'm not a micro manager"; I said, "I can't leave you keeping this information in your head" and we both smiled at similar understandings. 

My friend took me out for a birthday dinner, for my significant birthday and as she was telling horrified anecdote about an architect who DJs, is a sexual healer and enjoys life modelling in full frontal mode, we were served a banana fritter paired with two cloud balls of ice-cream. She yelped. 

My work friend said that she felt yes, she'd met a new friend, and I said yeah, me too, it takes a while to feel confident, but I felt it too-a book club of two. 

My neighbour caught the train with me, her en route to a poetry reading night, we to dinner, and she recommended an author that I already knew and I recommended an author that she already loved. 

I told my work colleague I didn't want to work in a hospital, "Unless it's Wandin Valley", she laughed. 


 


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