My prolonged blogging absence hasn’t been without excuse. I’ve been freelancing in most of my free time and caught an awful cold that completely killed my week. Every night has involved crashing around 9pm. Every parent knows nothing gets done during the day,

More than that, though, has been work. Somehow I managed to jump into it with both feet. The meagre 12 hour work weeks I was hired on for have turned into many more hours. Yes, it’s temporary – multiple staff members are on holiday – but it’s welcomed income all the same. I’m really enjoying the job: it’s nice to get out of the house, I’m getting all my socializing fixes (too much maybe), and I really feel like I fit in well. I’m at my best in a position with minimal instruction and a lot of freedom and trust. Only a month into the job and I’m already being left alone on occasion.

My boss, the branch librarian, has been beyond fantastic. Although the head librarian (everyone’s boss) confessed she (my boss) read me as female during the interview, it had been corrected by the time I started. She has not once, at least not with me present, misgendered me to anyone. Each time there’s a new person to meet (she knows everyone) she introduces me: name followed by he just started working here. He. Every time. Patrons do, on occasion, get it wrong despite this, and a few have asked, but overall people just accept it and move on. There has yet to be any problem and I don’t foresee anything beyond minor discomfort in my future.

On Wednesday a young boy and his father went to use the washroom. There are two, single person bathrooms at our branch: one male, one female. Only the female one has a baby change table which has resulted in my husband and I both going in there to change diapers in the past. Anyway, so the men’s room was occupied and my boss encouraged them to use the ladies’ room so the child wouldn’t have to wait.

I had been wanting to broach the subject on our bathrooms for sometime: not just because of the sexism for only having a change table in the women’s bathroom but also the pointlessness of having gendered single-occupant bathrooms to begin with. I used this encounter a springboard to bring up the topic and she agreed with me wholeheartedly, pointing out that all we’d need to do is replace the signs. She would bring it up with our boss, she said.

Today, 2 days later, I came into work to find the bathrooms sporting the signs in the picture above. (Ha, you knew where this story was going, didn’t you.) It honestly made me giddy. “Sometimes you don’t think about these things until someone points them out” she told me. It’s these small things that really make me feel so positive about where I’m working, the community I live in, and the people I get to spend my days around.

I can’t believe was nervous to ask.