The day after, I am back to my usual routine of being a functional person snuggled in layers of sweaters. What a difference in productivity basic creature comforts make. The heated chair is on order, and I can’t wait to roast my butt on it. The rest of the workday is normal. At lunchtime, Ami sidles up next to me, stir-fry noodle lunch ready at hand.
“Wanna chat?”
“Sure.” I shrug and go along with her suggestion.
“I noticed you didn’t change the login on the i********: profile,” she says with such casual ease for someone who admitted that she has no respect for privacy.
“I don’t know what I’m doing with it.” It was Ami who designed it with the thin-positive mantra. I have only just started out as a champion for equality.
“We can hang out some time after work and I can show you what to
