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I woke up last night in a state of panic. The realization of the changes I will be putting my body through came over me in full force. Don’t take that, or the title of this, as a sign of uncertainty, or that I’m “changing my mind”. It was never something I had to “choose”. Whether or not I like it, I’ve always been transgender. I have always identified as a male, with deformities in my body.
This isn’t a choice. I would not chose to sign up for regular appointments with a therapist, or endocrinologist, or practicing physician. I would not chose to feel gutted and confused whenever someone refers to me as “miss”, or “ma’am”, or “she”. I would not chose to struggle for years trying to find a way to fit into the form that was designed for me and assigned to me at birth, without any say or control over my own body. I would not chose to cope with the paralyzing fear and worry over how my family and friends would respond, or how society would perceive me and treat me.
All of that said, this is the body that I’ve lived in for 31 years. This is the body that I’ve come to call mine, and know, and have. This is the body that I wake up to every day, and the one I know every undesired curve. I’ve never had to shave my face, or worry about “beer gut”. I’ve never looked in the mirror to check if my receding hairline was in my genes, or pattern balding. I’ve never felt stubble coming into my chin and contemplated a style for it.
When I take my first shot of hormones this Thursday, assuming all goes well, I am re-designing my form, and the only form I’ve ever known. Is it necessary? Yes. Do I want it more than anything else? Yes. Is there a doubt in my mind that this is the only option for me? No. But is it stil terrifying? Absolutely. Good things can be scary too. And I am scared. Excited, thrilled, anxious, happy, and scared.
Just 3 more sleeps. Then I get to know the body I should have spent the last 31 years getting to know. Then I get to understand comfort with my skin in a way I never have. Then it will be okay.
I figured it was due time to really pour out some of the emotional toll of being transgender. I think it’s important for people to understand.
Before coming out, I wouldn’t say that I was ever fully depressed - whatever that might mean. I had my good days and I had my bad days. It was mostly just confusing. I didn’t really understand it myself, and maybe didn’t fully want to.
After coming out it’s been a roller-coaster of emotions. Overall, my confidence has improved drastically. My co-workers have told me that my work productivity has improved. My mum tells me that I hold my head higher. Everyone tells me that they see a bounce in my step that previously didn’t exist. I feel like an unbearable weight has been lifted. Overall, I am absolutely happier. The support I’ve been getting contributes to that.
That said...
I call this “a side of depression” for a reason. Since living full-time as a male, my discomfort with my body has caused a great deal of anxiety. I can be having the most confident of days. I’ll get called “sir” at a gas station and surround myself with the people that consistently use male pronouns, and I’ll feel on top of the world... until I come home and look in the mirror. Until I change into pajamas and take off my binder. The curves are there. The chest is there. The biological “female” body is there, and it shatters me. The entire day of confidence, and hope, and comfort is stripped away and I am left with a disconnect. I am left with laying in bed soaking my pillow with tears. I am left with the feeling of frustration that somewhere along the lines of my creation, something went wrong. I am broken, and begging to be repaired. Imagine trying to play a working PlayStation game in a working xbox system. That is how I am trying to live. The game might be fine, and the system might be fine, but they don’t work together. I don’t work best with this body.
I try to value everything I have. I try to focus on the positive things. I have a support system unlike any other. I have a job I don’t have to worry about losing for being who I am. I have a mother that has my back to the end of the world. I won’t get kicked out of my house for living authentically. These are things that keep me going through the hardest times. I try to keep focused on the good, and that things are moving along. I try to make sure that the people in my life know how much I appreciate them, and that they are in my corner. I try to do what I can to give back through whatever means I have, so that I can show my gratitude. The truth is, I am exhausted. I’m fighting a battle every day to be okay with the reflection in the mirror. The way my clothes don’t quite fit right, because they are mens clothes on my curvy body. I try to be okay as often as I need to be, when I am reminded of these problematic issues. Know that everything you say has an effect on me. I’ve taken screen shots of every positive comment to me through all of this, and pull them out when the times get tough. Know that you are my light at the end of the tunnel. That your words have been an invaluable part of this transition. Know that the person you are, has helped me be the person I am. I owe everything to you, and yet I am still here asking for more. I have lost sleep over that fact. Just know that I love you.
I will once again plead that your donations make a difference. While there is a radio contest to win 40K for a transition, I am one entry in thousands of equally deserving people with a story just like mine. I can’t stop pleading and doing everything I can to get the 9K I need for this surgery, but I can promise to return any donations requested should I win. I am desperate to feel whole. I am filled with determination to see this through, but I need YOUR help. You can make a difference. If you can, please consider donating as little as $5. Know that it will change my life drastically. I would not be writing this if that weren’t the case.
www.Gofundme.com/Tris10who
If you’ve ever wanted to be a superhero, be mine. My goal is surgery in April 2016.
Jensen Ackles/J2 photo op shout-outs & AKF shirts for grabs
For my birthday this year, I’m treating myself to a GA ticket to Torcon, with a Jensen Ackles photo op.
Jensen has been one of my biggest role models, and this photo op is quite special to me. It’s my first one with him since coming out as transgender (FTM).
Since it’s such a special op, I’ve been banging my head against the wall trying to think up a good picture idea. First photo living as male, with one of my biggest male idols. It’s a big deal to me.
What I’ve decided to do, is that I want to use it as a donation incentive to my top surgery. I already have a few Supernatural incentives, but this one is really special given the circumstances. I also think there might be a lot of J fans who’ve never met him and would love an opportunity to be part of this.
Any donation made from now until October 1st, I will include your name on a shoutout sign that I will ask him to hold with me in the photo. You can request your name, or the name of a friend/loved one. Doesn’t matter what size of donation. You can donate to my Go Fund Me at www.gofundme.com/Tris10who or by paypal at [email protected], just be sure to include in the message “Perk: Jensen photo” and specify the name if different than donation name.
I am also giving away two Always Keep Fighting shirts. They will be raffled off September 11th. The first one in a size Small ladies from the very first campaign. The second in a size Large ladies from the second J2 campaign. Add “AKF1″ or “AKF2″ in your message to be included in this raffle. Every 5$ donation gets you an entry. And finally, anyone that donates with any of these messages is automatically put in for the J2 photo op shoutout. In 2016, I will have Jared and Jensen pose in a photo op at one of the conventions holding a thank you banner with everyone’s name on it.
To find out more about me, get in contact with me, or see why this surgery is vital and important, go to www.facebook.com/becomingtristan
Thank you all so much, for your time, support and love.
What does it feel like to be Transgender?
A loaded question, and no one way to answer. Growing up, it didn’t feel like anything. I was a kid playing on the monkey bars when I was about 8 years old when I was camping with my family. I had a boy haircut, and boy clothes on. Another kid came up to me and asked me “are you a boy or a girl”, and without hesitation I said I was a boy. Whenever my friends and I would “play”, I was *always* the boyfriend. I liked that. It just fit.
During high school I didn’t think about it a whole lot. High school is already a mess of trying to fit in, and I wasn’t even aware that transgender was something that existed. Something that would make everything make sense. I went through the punk phase, the goth phase, the athletic phase. I call them phases, because I really didn’t know who I was. Then I grew up. I saw the movie “boys don’t cry” and felt a real connection. For the first time, I started to understand myself. It was very real, very terrifying, and very confusing. What did it mean?
I spent the next few years not thinking about it again. I had a hard enough time telling anyone that I was interested in women. The idea of telling everyone that I was transgender, was a thought that made me sick to my stomach with fear and terror. I figured I would just keep getting by, and that it would be a simple easy life. It wasn’t. It got harder and harder all the time. I always felt uncomfortable in bathroom’s and change rooms. I always felt insecure about my body - in ways that made me depressed. I didn’t recognize myself in the mirror, I didn’t connect with my body and I became angry and jealous of my male friends. I wanted them all to dress a certain way, or look a certain way - because I couldn’t.
I lost friends. I became seriously depressed. I have had periods of my life where I did not want to live anymore. It feels like being trapped. Boxed. Locked in and told there’s nothing you can do about it. It’s suffocating, and horrifying and you want to cry so often that most of the time you don’t have any tears left.
Then this past year I decided to say screw fear. Screw fear because the idea of another DAY of fooling myself was more scary, more depressing and much harder than the thought of telling everyone that you know what? This is me. Don’t like it? I don’t care. Life is way too short, and way too hard as it is to not be living in a way that makes you the most comfortable, and the most happy. I can tell you that my mental well being has hugely improved since I stopped being what I thought I should be, and just started living without thinking about it all so much.
Top surgery isn’t optional for me. My chest is probably the thing about myself that gives me the hardest time when I look at myself. Binding has helped, but that can only take me so far. I haven’t gone swimming in a public pool or lake since I was 13 years old, because of how my body makes me feel. I am starting hormones in the next couple of months, which will deepen my voice, change my hairline, take away my hourglass figure and give me more muscle mass. Having the chest that I do will only be harder on me as these changes take effect. My goal is to put the deposit of 10% down before the end of the year, and have my surgery before next May. From May through summer I can’t take the time off work. That is why I am asking for you help. With every donation, no matter how small you think it is, it is DRASTICALLY changing my life. It is helping me in ways you can’t imagine, and my gratitude is endless. I pledge to pay it forward and I WILL help others get their surgeries when my body has healed and my funds have healed, I will pay all this kindness forward.
Thank you for changing my world, and saving my life. You are all heroes.
If you have stumbled here and don’t know me, you can find me at facebook.com/becomingtristan
Warning, semi-long post ahead.
Earlier this year, I came out as transgender to my family, friends and co-workers. I have been living as a male since. First, allow me to re-introduce myself. My name is Tristan. I will be doing an overhaul of this page soon.
I’ve been going to therapy, and will be starting hormones soon. I also got my quote for top surgery. Just over $9,000, plus I need a full month off work.
Since I am working, I will be saving up $3K of the 9K plus all other expenses of missing work, my transition etc. This is where I need a lot of help. I’ve set up a Fundraiser, and recently have been getting a lot of generous donations from the Supernatural Family. I want to give my thanks to the generous fandom by getting a photo op with Jared and Jensen at a 2016 convention, and have them hold a Thank You banner with the names of all the Supernatural Fans that donated. Whether it be $5 or $50.
When you make a donation, please put “#SpnFamily” as your donation message so I know to include your name. Specify the name you want if different from the donation name.
You can donate here: www.gofundme.com/Tris10Who
More details on how to take part, future incentives to donate or if you want to keep up to date with my transition/surgery details - please go to www.Facebook.com/BecomingTristan
Additionally, I will be giving away two Always Keep Fighting shirts from the first two AKF campaigns. Details coming on the FB page there too.
Know how much of a difference this makes in my life. Saving People really is part of the Family business. Thank you. I love you. Thank you.
Thank you so much for sharing your experience of seeing and meeting David at the wizard con. I loved hearing about how it all happened (and you have some wonderful friends!) I love the photo of y'all with the red noses! I can so appreciate how you felt (and I agree about the stupid questions that people ask at the panels). In the video he is so lovely to you and although I'm jealous of your encounter with David, I am so thrilled you got to experience it and were willing to share with us!
Thank you for this lovely message! It really was a dream come true and David was every bit as charming and personable and friendly as one could hope for. :)
Photos, Video and the whole story below. Warning: It’s long.
If there was a number one goal in all things geeky, meeting David Tennant was absolutely it for me. Heck, I flew out to the official 50th convention in London on nothing more than a hope he would be there. He wasn’t. (I still had a great time though!)
A few weeks ago when I found out that David would be attending Wizard World in Raleigh, NC in the United States, to say I was excited is the understatement of all understatements. That came to a crashing halt when I saw the dates. Quick backstory: I work for a theatre that operates with 6 managers including myself. A new VIP theatre is opening at the end of March, and we would be losing 3 of our 6 managers in the training and promotions shuffle of the VIP theatre. The weekend that David was appearing was the first weekend we would be down 50% of our team, over march break business, and we were all working overtime hours to make up for it.
I ended up getting Sunday as my one day off, with a morning shift Saturday and an evening shift monday. David was appearing Sunday. Excitement back on!
I went home and instantly booked my David VIP ticket and instantly cried of happiness when I got the confirmation e-mail. Next was the flight. On going to book the flight came problem two. There were no flights that would allow me to work my shifts Saturday and Monday. I know you must be thinking “I would have called in sick”, except that it just wasn’t an option. I like having a job. It’s a bit necessary, and let’s be real here, everyone on the planet that knows me, would know I saw David. I looked up the driving distance. 14 hours.
Because I have the worlds greatest friends, one of my best friends told me that we could rent a car, he would drive me to the convention, sleep during the convention, and drive me home after it’s done to get me back to work on time. Try to process that. I have a hell of a friend. He was only doing it because it was David. Anyone else, it would have been out of the question. Excitement back on. We booked our car and it was just over a week until it would all happen.
When my friend went to put the money down for the car, came problem three. The company had given us the wrong information, and we were not allowed to leave Canada with the car. In fact, every car rental spot in the city was sold out for international travel. We had no options. Several phone calls and a meltdown later, I was beyond stressed. I had 950$ USD worth of David tickets - two VIP tickets and an extra photo op (more on this later) that were non refundable - never-mind how excited I was to be going. Then my other best friend called, and told me she made some phone calls and arrangements for herself so that I could borrow her car for the weekend. Again, my friends are amazing. Excitement back on.
The weekend finally arrived. I worked until 1AM Friday, and started work at 8AM Saturday on two hours of sleep - but I didn’t care. It was travel day. 4:00 came faster than I expected, and Rodney was there to pick me up before I knew it. When I opened the car door, Shannon (my friend that lent me the car) left me this:
The next 16 hours were the drive. From 4:30PM Sat until 8:30AM Sun. I got about an hour of sleep, but adrenaline was keeping me going. We weren’t able to check in before noon, so Rodney and I had decided that he would come be moral support through meeting David before going to sleep before the drive. (Remember the two VIP’s, I got the second one partially in case this happened. VIP includes convention admission, and I wanted another autograph with David). We got to the registration desk and picked up the tickets. The minute they were passed to me, I began to cry yet again. Warning: There’s a lot of that.
I had been trying to think of whether or note to go to the panel. Before you think I am insane... First, I don’t usually go to panels. I find the questions are cringeworthy and self involved (can I get a shoutout on video, can you say hi to my friend, can i have a hug, I came from *insert far away place here* to see you etc). Because this was David, I didn’t care. I was willing to sit through all of those questions (I only have an issue with them because they don’t cater to everyone in the room. Those things should be done during autographs), but I also had a plan that involved not going to the panel should it be scheduled first - which it was. I wanted to get his autograph tattooed, and the tattoo shop closed at 5. His signing was at 2:30. I needed to be first at photo ops to be first at autographs to have enough time. After some consideration, I opted to chance it and go to the panel. We were second in line for his panel - which surprised me since we were only 2 hours early. This ended up being a good plan. Words will never be able to express the emotional collapse that I had when I first saw him come out... and watching him on stage for 45 minutes before going up to him and meeting him for photos was a good plan.
Some people got in front of us going into the panel room, but I didn’t care. The room was tiny, and only had 200 chairs. I was dead center, second seat. My view was perfect.
I talked to some nice girls sitting behind me to keep distracted, and before I knew it, the panel MC was out to give David his intro. My stomach felt like a volcano ready to erupt. Then came the words “You will know him as the tenth Doctor, DAAAAAAVIIIIID TEEENNNAAAANT” and David ran in the room. I broke down into what I can only describe as the hardest happy cry I have ever cried in my entire life.
I have videos of the panel, but I’ll post those on youtube.
Then the panel was over, and we went straight to photo ops. I didn’t think it was possible to be so nervous about to meet someone. The feeling was overwhelming.
I went into the room wearing My David designed Headway Essex charity shirt, to which he quickly pointed out. “Oh I LOVE the shirt” was the first thing he said to me. My eyes instantly swelled, but the surreal-ness of the whole thing was keeping me in check. He pulled me in and we took the first picture. I am suppressing ALL OF MY EMOTIONS.
Then came photo two, I was too shy to ask for much, so I blurted out “back to back”
And the last one...
Only David Tennant fans will understand. Every year he does “Red Nose Day”, a charity with Comic Relief where people send selfie’s wearing red clown noses. I wanted to pay tribute to that, and held out two clown noses. I barely had to say anything at all before David was excitedly putting his on exclaiming “oh YES!”
Here is one of David’s photos for the charity:
and here is my third and final photo op:
I got so bewildered when it was done, that a staff member had to show me out of the room. I then, as per usual in this recap, broke down completely. I dropped to the floor and was a crying hysterical mess. I hate when people do that. I hate that I did it, but I couldn't help it. I was overcome with emotions. After several minutes on the floor, I managed to get up and exit the hallway to find Rodney, who helped me get my photos and the digitals since I was still crying.
Then came time for autographs. I got lucky and not many people were in line yet, so Rodney ran to the tattoo shop to ensure that I would be able to get it done. When he came back, David was already signing and I was nearing the front. Rodney explained that the tattoo shop has an 8 month waiting list, but that given the circumstances - they would make me an exception. I got to the front with my poster that’s been previously signed by a slew of DW cast members, and choked back my sobs once again. I wanted to explain to David what meeting him meant to me. What his work got me though. I was only able to get out the first two sentences before it was too much I had to stop. It was much easier just to ask for the autograph request that talk about what it all meant. David was so kind it was ridiculous. IT’s always nice to know that your heoroes are the people you want them to be. David lived up to my impossibly high expectations based on the impossible to live up to pedestal that I’ve placed him on all these years.
Rodney got my encounter on video, which I now watch every day as a reminder that all things are possible. To dream big. Along with my tattoo.
Here is the video
And that’s my long winded post about the day my biggest dream came true. If you actually read this entire thing, I thank you. It was a long and tough journey, but I am so incredibly thankful that it happened.
We got to see TBM perform a few months ago at the Hard Rock Cafe in Detroit. We got to talk to “Chibi” after the show, and I must say, she was one of the nicest, coolest people! A hazy photograph of her showed up on my dashboard and I immediately saved it as a reference for this picture. She looks so wicked! I have a few 8x10 prints of this on hand. Hit me up through my Etsy if you want one!
You know when you discover something, be it a book, or tv show, or music artist, or movie, or whatever else, and you feel like you have unlocked some magical secret? When you feel like you know something that everyone else should know, and can't help but think that everyone who hasn't given it a shot is seriously missing out? When you just want to force everyone into it so they will understand and see the same magic that you do?
Boring Girls was a novel that I've been furiously promoting since before I even read it. The author is not only a friend, but someone who's work I have long admired and pulled inspiration from. I was anxious and nervous to turn the pages of her first book, making every attempt to keep my impossible expectations out of mind and give an accurate perspective of my thoughts.
Truthfully, this isn't a book that everyone will love. It has some heavy, dark and trigger hitting subject matter. The synopsis revealed that there is murder, but I was taken aback by just how descriptive and detailed and the brutality that unfolded. There are other bad things that happen, really bad things.
That said, for people who enjoy a dark and messed up book, filled with flawed characters and horrible events that only the dark parts of your imagination can muster up, this is one of the best reads you will find. Every page enveloped me. Rachel's drastic transformation from being the likable, relatable young girl dealing with bullies, misogyny, and feeling like an outcast, to unleashing the sinister and monstrous side of her as revenge consumed her. Fern's disintegration into madness. Even reading the line that gave the book it's title sent chills down my spine. Every page, right until the tragic, horrifying and perfect end.
It's one of those books where the moment I was done, I wanted to open it back to the first page and read it all over again.
For the past decade, I thought Sara Taylor was born to sing.
For the past decade, I was wrong.
She was born to write.
Give it a read, and please let me know what you thought! It's available for pre-order, to be released through ECW Press this April.
I'd love to have a discussion about it.
I don't use tumblr much, but I'm trying to help spread the word about a really awesome book by a really awesome lady.
My friend has been working towards getting her first book published for a long time, and her talent is endless. Maybe it's your thing, maybe it's not. You won't know until you check it out a little.
Some people might know her as Chibi from the band "The Birthday Massacre".
The book is called "Boring Girls", and is the fictional tale of a girl who starts a band with her friend. She soon discovers the world is full of misogyny and she sets out for bloody revenge.
Come take a gander and show some love at
https://www.facebook.com/BoringGirlsNovel
I would like to share with you a short story. Actually, make that a relatively long one. Tell you what, if you read this in 40 minutes (or two days....), it's yours for free. Maybe.
I call this Kristi and the quest for the elusive pizza.
Chapter 1: The initial call. (Alternate title: "The one phone call that didn't make Kristi want to rip the phone out of the wall")
It was a dark and cool night, Thursday July 31st. Kristi was hosting a wonderful after hours screening of the highly anticipated movie "Guardians of the Galaxy" for her staff. Because she is clearly super awesome, and quite possibly the coolest manager ever, she decided to order pizza to feed her staff. She placed an order for two large pizza's at just after 11:00, requesting a midnight delivery. Her order was confirmed, and the screening people slowly began to arrive.
Chapter 2: 12 grain or whole wheat crust, trans-fat free
At approximately 12:15AM, 15 minutes after scheduled delivery, there was no pizza to be found. I can't say that anyone was keeled over the floor gasping their last breaths from starvation, but I can say some people looked a bit thin. We were hungry. We were also ready to start our movie. I decided to place a call to get an update on our order. While I was on hold via automated phone service waiting to speak to someone, you were kind enough to repeat several hundred times the fantastic options of 12 grain or whole wheat crust - trans-fat free! Thank god, I don't know what I would have done if I had missed that news once or fifty times. It was so great of you to keep me constantly updated on my sequence and the number of minutes it would be to speak to someone as well. My favorite part was the recurring "approximate wait time is one minute" for about eight minutes. If you are keeping track, my pizza is now about 40-45 minutes late.
Chapter 3: August 28th.
After being so pleasantly reminded to get 12 grain trans-fat free bread for the best 20 minutes of my life, I was put through to someone who immediately asked for the phone number associated with my order. I provided all of the information and the order was pulled up. It was about 30 seconds after that when I was thankfully put on hold again. I forgot that the 12 grain was also trans fat free, so another hold was really appreciated. The person came back and explained that they had discovered the problem. My pizza's were scheduled to be delivered August 28th. That's super! I usually get really hungry on the 28th of each month, so this really helps me out. She apologized, and working customer service myself - I wasn't really upset. Frustrated, but I understand mistakes happen. She arranged to have the pizza's made immediately, and would be delivered about half hour from that time. I asked for a call to my cell phone on delivery, as we would be in the movie and doors would be locked. I set my phone to vibrate, and held it in my hand as I sat down for the feature with anticipation of the call. My staff were starting to swim in their clothing with all this weight loss due to food deprivation.
Chapter 4: Intermission.
I call this chapter intermission for a very special reason. You see, I've been anticipating this movie for over a year. No one was more excited than me. Saying that will make you understand how incredibly grateful I was when you called me, for what I assumed to be a pizza deliver, so I rushed out of the theatre during a really awesome part of the movie to take the call. It was really thoughtful of you, as movies don't typically offer a chance to get up and stretch your legs. I hurried to meet you by the front door, only to have you tell me that you were calling to confirm a placed order and that it would be there soon. This was an hour into the movie, at exactly 1:33AM. As a kind reminder, this pizza is now an hour and a half late. My phone records will show that this is the only call made to my cell phone at all that entire evening.
2:45 AM comes around, and the movie wraps up. I was still clutching on to my phone, and no pizza was ever delivered.
Chapter 5: Conclusion.
I am not going to write a sarcastic joke of what today was. I called you, and after 20 MORE minutes on hold listening to trans fat bread options, I explained this entire story only to be put on hold AGAIN... and 20 minutes later HUNG UP ON. I called back, and got hung up on again. I called back a third time, this time directly to a manager. His name was Tyler. He was nice. He put a full credit for the pizza I should have had yesterday on my account. I'm sorry, but wasn't I already owed that anyway? Tyler, you are a great guy and I have no beefs with you, but that was nowhere near enough.
I asked for it to be delivered at 8:00. 8:10 rolls around and delivery shows up. The guy said, and this was the FIRST thing he said to me: "you pay. my boss says you pay. I come last night, no one here. You have to pay".
He then blamed this on me.
I have phone records that will prove no call was made to me other than the one saying it was on its way, which will also show that I answered that call. I also have camera footage in the theatre that will show I went to the doors at the time of that call. No other call was made.
I called head office again. A 40$ credit was put on the account, and I was profusely apologized to by a lady who was very kind and did not deserve the anger that I had from this entire transaction.
Tell you what pizza pizza, your cardboard crap covered in plastic-like cheese isn't worth it. I think I'll be taking my business to pizza hut and dominoes, and kindly suggest that my friends do the same.
To be honest, this isn't a full account of the horrible service I have endured. Quite frankly, I've been telling this story to so many people, that I am getting sick of talking about it, thus I tried to make this post as enduring as possible for myself.
Working the customer service field myself, I can safely say that this was by far and wide the worst service I have ever had on either side of a transaction - including the time that I was ripped out of a concert lineup after waiting 15 hours in line to be front row and accused of ticket fraud (which ended up also being their error). This was worse than that.
Advice? Train your delivery personal that if pizza pizza screws up, don't have them blame the customer and then yell at them in front of a large group of people.
Season 3 is a go! Congratulations! I’m so excited, looking forward to more Tabletop goodness. But I really want to see that RPG show. 1 million dollars, here we come!
(this graphic is amazing.)
UHM. WOW? We’re so close to making it, and it’s all because of you. TableTop Season 3 can ONLY happen with your help — so reblog this post and head to ilovetabletop.com for details on our Season 3 campaign!
Remember: If this campaign hits $1M, we’re producing a SECOND spinoff show about an amazing RPG Quest!
