had a good long soak in the tub and a think, with the help of the #Undertale soundtrack. ("Snowy" to "An Ending".) it's provoked a huge amount of reflection in connection with my new job.
personal fears Afficher plus
personal fears, biodiesel Afficher plus
personal fears, job stuff Afficher plus
job fears, Goodwill Afficher plus
merging the world of work and the world inside my head Afficher plus
merging the world of work and the world inside my head Afficher plus
merging the world of work and the world inside my head Afficher plus
merging the world of work and the world inside my head Afficher plus
merging the world of work and the world inside my head Afficher plus
merging the world of work and the world inside my head Afficher plus
merging the world of work and the world inside my head Afficher plus
merging the world of work and the world inside my head Afficher plus
merging the world of work and the world inside my head Afficher plus
work, trans stuff Afficher plus
merging the world of work and the world inside my head Afficher plus
merging the world of work and the world inside my head Afficher plus
merging the world of work and the world inside my head Afficher plus
work and the "real world" vs. private worlds Afficher plus
one of the tropes that I've always rolled my eyes at was the "real world" in the sense used by people who sneer at millennials &c. and always means the world of the corporate workforce. almost all of the jobs I've had a nightmarish unreality about them, in fact
the "real world" to me was what was inside my head, and what I shared with family and friends. work wasn't "real", it was some sort of recurring nightmare that I was required to endure in order to subsist in a capitalist hellscape
until now