sistawendy | name change follies

Most of the individuals I deal with every day have done a fabulous job of keeping up with my name change, but it's the bureaucracies and machines that don't. To wit:

A certain automated process at work. The mail servers are still using my old alias behind the scenes, which doesn't pose a problem to humans and their mail clients, but does to a build system that mails me fairly often. Dev tools: the shoemaker's children go barefoot.
The US Department of State. Yes, I can get an F on my passport with a letter from Dr. Shrink as of this past June, but the letter has to have several features in it that mine doesn't yet.
REI sent me a new membership card - with the old name, to the old address. This was three weeks after I filled out the form and mailed them my stuff.

PTA stuff: We had the students pick their courses a couple of days earlier than we originally planned because of the threat of another snowpocalypse. It's nice to spend another evening not freaking out about what I'm going to fill the time with because it's too late to do that now. However, I still have one hour in which I'm seriously under capacity. For the next several days I get to do database voodoo to get all the kids scheduled, then crank out everything everybody needs to know.

M'boy didn't want me to give a talk about my little adventure, which doesn't surprise me at all. The only thing about it that I mind is that the stupid time slot is still empty. Since I get to do this mambo again in the spring, I'll ask him then. I think it would a Good Idea to tell impressionable youngsters in person that trans people are above all people, etc.