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korafoxIt is remarkable how much of an Adult I feel like while heading to my new job, with my professional-ish clothes and my coffee mug and handling a million little problems all at once. It is fulfilling to have what my brain apparently considers a Real Job, which I immediately recognized as toxic as shit, but I will take the self-esteem boost even as I try to smack down that particular bit of ableism.
Mum had a similar thing this weekend when she made a comment about how she's glad I have a job but she wishes I weren't being underutilized as a secretary. Which, no, I pointed out that this is actually a really challenging and mentally stimulating job and I can already tell that without someone doing it the office would be in chaos by the end of the day. Mum realized she was devaluing what is traditionally a women's work job, and she apologized.
So yah. Many adjustments to be made, and of course I was sick all last week and just getting over it now. Which means I really need to be getting to bed now. : /
Mum had a similar thing this weekend when she made a comment about how she's glad I have a job but she wishes I weren't being underutilized as a secretary. Which, no, I pointed out that this is actually a really challenging and mentally stimulating job and I can already tell that without someone doing it the office would be in chaos by the end of the day. Mum realized she was devaluing what is traditionally a women's work job, and she apologized.
So yah. Many adjustments to be made, and of course I was sick all last week and just getting over it now. Which means I really need to be getting to bed now. : /
