I love my manager. 

I love him a lot. But there was one small problem and I'm not sure if it was because of his name on the payroll or the fact I was the only one who actually cared to listen. 

There was a man named Finn. They were FtM. And their payroll said Kayla. He constantly called him Kayla but apologized every time, which made me happy and made me feel like he was progressing. 

Well. He wasn't and I don't think he understood that it wasn't just the name he wanted to be acknowledged as. He constantly said Ladies, she, her, sweetie... 

And one time I asked if after work, Finn could give me a ride home (I usually have doctor's appointments after work and the medical cab I use comes a little too early for my own convenience, so I might potentially miss it if I miscalculate any steppage.)

Just to justify, Finn said he could if the Manager allowed it. He states, "No, that wouldn't be possible, SHE is on the clock, SHE might need to make deliveries and SHE can't be distracted, okay? It's HER shift."

So I apologize for this. But as soon as I step out of the manager corner I lean into Finn with a sneer on my lip and mutter "He fucking deadpronouned you 4 times." 

Finn just shrugs this off, but despite this I feel a little ballistic. 

But then thoughts clash and I remember how just yesterday I said "Wow, my manager is so wonderful and humane!" 

I'd say it's progress with the awareness I'm growing but at the same time it put me into a tiny fit for the rest of the day.