
New Job Anxiety is Real.
New Job Anxiety is Real.
Anxiety Brain strikes again.
I feel like such an uncomfortable, wounded kid so much of the time. I can’t tell you what it means to just feel like myself around some of you. And maybe this will give you some insight into why I’m awkward sometimes or why it took a while for us to be close. I’m always working on it and it’s always getting better, but it’s most definitely “a thing.”
This is a fairly common occurrence since I’ve moved into working in Healthcare. Honestly, it doesn’t bother me (and I don’t mean that in a toxic masculinity sort of “oh ho ho I’m surrounded by ladies” macho nonsense kind of way). I’ve always been more comfortable around women than I have men.
Boundaries.
Boundaries, caring, etc.
I can’t believe that the first comic that I made for this project featured (half of) my penis, but it took until the third year to make a masturbation joke.
This is much better and more responsible than that time I quit a job via post-it note.
This is definitely something you don’t see in less blue collar jobs. Or at least something I’ve never seen. I want to go on a long rant about childcare options for low income mothers and how that negatively effects our economy, but …
she brought her baby to work …
Necessity is the mother of ingenuity.