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it went more than fine

Today was an interesting day. I knew I was going to spend the entire day as Joanna and go to three appointments: my car dealer for a small repair at 8 am, a scan at the hospital at 10 am, and finally at 3 30 pm to attend the presentation and cocktail which followed. This would be the most socially active day I have ever had as a woman in my entire life.

At the brief car appointment (for a broken VW front hood medallion) Vanda and Alexandra spoke to me for a bit while I waited. After a number of years as a client, they know me fairly well and the conversation flowed as it always does with them. In no time at all, I was on my way. For the record, I have only ever been there as Joanna so no surprises.

Next was the Montreal General Hospital appointment for my leg which I felt would be silly to go back home and change for. Yes, my medicare card says male and what of it? It is after all the 21st century so I presumed the staff would have gotten with the program. If not, some baby boomer would likely get a long overdue surprise. The lady, who I estimated to be not much older than mid-forties, took my card. She was completely unfazed and told me not to worry. She would call out Joanna when it was time to get my scan. I needn't even have thought twice and was proven right not to worry. The scan went fine and I was never misgendered.

Next was the grand finale which was the presentation and cocktail at the law firm. The presentation itself went very well and Patricia spoke flawlessly if a little nervously. We were in front of 125 people and not one single odd look was thrown my way that I could see. The cocktail went fine as well but by the end of the day I was tired plus it was a room full of stuffy and haughty investors. Still, I did a fair bit of mingling.

All in all, more than mission accomplished I would say.

McCarthy Tretault reception

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