u/TheVetheron

F*ck DoorDash! It's 10pm-12am, and all the second shifters are getting out, and the third shifters are going in. I am alone and swamped with customers because we are in an area with a lot of manufacturing. I had a good twenty people in my store, and not one, but 5 DoorDash orders come in in a span of two minutes.Speedway wants me to stop waiting on customers in store, and do the DoorDash. Absolutely not! I am not going to look a regular in the eye, and tell then that I have to spend 10 minutes hunting down 30 items for DoorDash orders while they are trying to get to work on time or go home and decompress from their shift. I wait on my customers, and get the DoorDashes done. I then get another wave of customers, and Bam! 4 more DoorDash orders come in. This has happened every night since I moved to thirds last week.

I'm sorry, but DoorDash can wait. I feel bad, because I know how Dashers need to be quick and keep going to make any money, especially with these gas prices. I will not tell a person in my store on their way to work that they have to wait for me to do several DoorDask orders though.

She hits so hard. I love a strong woman artist, and holy sh!t! She definitely hits!

I have been basically documenting my experiences here mainly to get it out, and to see how my experience compares to others like myself. Someday I might write a book about my transition, and I will probably read through my posts and your responses to them if I do. My wife is bugging me to actually sit down and write the book about being Kimberly that I keep talking about.

I just wanted to say thanks for being there for me. It really means a lot. It really hits me when someone tells me that they have been following my story. It's really nice to be seen as me while I navigate this journey. I really love you people!

I live in Kentucky and 98% of my customers either don't care that I am trans or actively ask me questions about my experience and correctly gender me. Every once in a while I'll get a dirty or confused look, but they never say anything against me. I assume that is because they are cowards, and I am a tall girl at almost 6'. I was taller before HRT, but I am still tall for a woman.

People like to rant about us online, but when they have to deal with us in real life they are strangly silent. When they see the person they seem to change. They become the cowards we all know they are. They are sad scared people who just can not deal. My father is one of them, and that's why I told him that he is dead to me.

My customers have been great. A couple have asked me what my pronouns are, and a couple have figured it out on their own, and said "Thank you ma'am."

It is very stressful being alone on this shift because we are a busy and large store. Last night I had probably 20 people in line when 4 DoorDash orders came through. That was super stressful, but I dealt with it. Then at 2am our credit card system went down for 3 hours. That was not fun. People were angry, and I was the one some of them took it out on. The thing is that since coming out and transitioning I have grown a very thick skin and have few f*cks to give. I told one person who had a problem that yes, I took down our Speedway and 400 hundred other Speedways because I am just that good, so don't piss this bitch off. He looked at me very perplexed for a minute until it sank in. He then burst out laughing and appologized for being as he put it "Dumb as f*ck for his attitude." I really do have good customers. I just sometimes have to remind them to be good customers, and I am more than willing to do that. My manager doesn't put up with crap from our customers, and encourages us to be the same way. We are friendly, but we have our boundaries.

I am really on the fence as to whether I will stay on third shift. I am going to give it a few nights, but it is much more stressful than first shift. I don't like not having another coworker as backup, and DoorDash sucks when you are the only cashiere while having a line 20 or 30 people deep.

I swear testosterone was toxic to me. I had almost zero emotions other than anger and sadness. I was not a good husband or father, and this haunts me now. I've since been forgiven by them, and they have moved on and are my biggest fans now. I can not just move on though. I was so toxic, and I can't really forgive myself. It sometimes keeps me awake at night replaying things from years ago. It was always about me. Everyone else was an after thought. I was so selfish, and so damn sure of myself even when I was so completely wrong. I cringe so much when looking back on most of my life.

As some of you know I work at a Speedway. A while ago I went from cashiere to cook. Once in a while I do hop on a register if things get really busy though. I was doing that today when a customer asked me a pricing question. I said "I can scan it for you and find out. I'm just the guy who usually does the cooking so I'm not sure what the price is off the top of my head."

This is why I don't get annoyed or mad when someone who knows me gets it wrong on occasion. I do it sometimes too. I only get angry and offended when I know it is intentional. I tried to be him until I was 49. People who have known me for any decent amount of that time sometimes have a brain fart. Heck I do too, and my wife does once in a blue moon. She gets pretty upset with herself when she does even though I act like I don't notice.