Twenty years ago the locked out and dressed as a woman part would have been the end of the world whereas today it’s the best part of the equation and the no keys and no phone part that irritates.
It was the weekend and the only thing I had in my purse was my tablet so I could at least email my coffee buddy that I wasn’t going to make it. So I found things to do until someone came to open my door. As it turns out it was more an email telling me where to find the keys in their office which didn't happen till after 6 pm.
I have not been sleeping well near the end of this mandate and the pressure had been intense but living full time except for work has been eye opening and has compensated in some ways.
Turns out I have given up trying to worry about being a stereotypical male that someone else can care about and instead I have settled for being myself.