Eeeeeeeeeee!
Man, nothing stirs up an office like the flower delivery guy!
They're from my mom! If the note is to be believed, she just wanted me to know she was proud of me. Though I can't think of what I might have done. Voted? Survived the big wide world for 18 months?
My coworkers, who are all mothers themselves, demanded that we take a picture and send it to her. That's another thing I really love about working here; there's not a single coworker I don't adore (even if Barbara's lack of computer saavy grates on me sometimes). There's none of that awkward backstabbery from the shelter. We're such a small office that we really have to rely on each other to get things done, and we're horribly gossips. I love that I can fit in with these older ladies, and that they respect my capabilities despite the age gap.
I think mom cried a little when I sent the photo. I've always known how lucky I am to have a mother who's unconditionally supportive of my happiness. She never batted an eye when I said I wanted to write (and still encourages me to do so), and is always pushing me to make something of my comics despite the total lack of financial stability. But despite all that, I've always been afraid of disappointing her expectations of me. I know I'm smart and capable, and I know SHE knows that, so I worry that she wishes I were more successful/driven. Gestures like this remind me that I am an idiot.
You can't tell in the photo, but the vase is a gorgeous red glass cube. I am excited to reuse it!
They're from my mom! If the note is to be believed, she just wanted me to know she was proud of me. Though I can't think of what I might have done. Voted? Survived the big wide world for 18 months?
My coworkers, who are all mothers themselves, demanded that we take a picture and send it to her. That's another thing I really love about working here; there's not a single coworker I don't adore (even if Barbara's lack of computer saavy grates on me sometimes). There's none of that awkward backstabbery from the shelter. We're such a small office that we really have to rely on each other to get things done, and we're horribly gossips. I love that I can fit in with these older ladies, and that they respect my capabilities despite the age gap.
I think mom cried a little when I sent the photo. I've always known how lucky I am to have a mother who's unconditionally supportive of my happiness. She never batted an eye when I said I wanted to write (and still encourages me to do so), and is always pushing me to make something of my comics despite the total lack of financial stability. But despite all that, I've always been afraid of disappointing her expectations of me. I know I'm smart and capable, and I know SHE knows that, so I worry that she wishes I were more successful/driven. Gestures like this remind me that I am an idiot.
You can't tell in the photo, but the vase is a gorgeous red glass cube. I am excited to reuse it!