Straight and Narrow

Everywhere I work, it seems like people want to put me in a box. At my previous job, I was Ms. D------, that mostly-nice (depending on who you ask!) lesbian teacher lady with the slightly crazy tendencies... smart though, generous with resources, and a lot of fun over happy hour.

Most of the above sentence is accurate. I really don't know where the inaccuracy started, or why it stuck around as long as it did, and frankly I don't care.

Fast-forward to the present, and the completely random coincidence that my boss and I happen to share the same last name: hers through marriage, mine through birth. We are not related.

So here's an excerpt from this email that went out to the entire national development staff, and it's really not helping my case any:


"It's been a little over a month - time to reminisce!
Bee and Mary D------ at the Development Conference happy hour in Houston."

My first thought seeing this picture was, "holy crud--you are looking positively ROUND there, Ms. Lesbow. Put the beer down [beer not pictured] and do some sit-ups, stat!" My second thought was that I'd just been married off... to my boss, no less.

Folks, without getting too graphic such as to earn a PG-13 rating, I've not ever even "experimented." I am really straight. Straight and narr---crap.