I just wrote a long rambling blog post about starting my new job today and how my anxiety is kicking my ass and how very terrified I am that I’ve made a horrible decision.
It’s true. My anxiety is winning right now. I am terrified. My inner voice loves it when I’m down, because that cunt kicks it into overdrive and pulls no punches.
Where you never graduate and you have to stay until you are very old. Or maybe dead.
The other day, Priscilla, Queen of the Cubicle, got to work and messaged me with an idea for a blog post. She said, what if companies published a yearbook once a year and we had a day where we went around and got people at work to sign our yearbooks?