My company has decided to rearrange our current layout; so I went into our location today for the purpose of conveying the contents of my current office to my new office.
Amongst other items, this includes some solid wooden shelves and a two-piece desk. These are not light items.
In the past, I've been able to move these things myself (albeit with great effort and probably minus OSHA approval); brute-forcing them onto a dolly and wheeling them to their destination.
Not this time around though! I just didn't have the strength. I was able to get some of the smaller pieces by myself, but when it came to the main part of the desk I had to rope our network engineer in for assistance.
(And he made it look so easy! At one point he had to take the weight of the whole thing while I moved and it didn't phase him in the slightest!)
It's fascinating because I don't actually feel, in any way, shape or form, weaker; but the evidence absolutely speaks for itself. As I've noted before - there's a serious danger that I will injure myself because I can't estimate my own strength properly anymore.
In addition, I ran into an older member of our organization. The last time we met I was in a dress, and he gave a sort of weird half-chuckle / smile that could be interpreted as "Good for her!" or "That's hilarious".
This time around, I said hi and he responded with "Yes, sir".
I can't tell yet whether he's just struggling to adjust or holds some actual, maladjusted views; but now I'm kind of wondering.
"Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. The third time it's enemy action." - Auric Goldfinger
Guess I will wait for a third time and see what happens!