keep asking me how the new job is going. And every time they
do I get shy. Embarrassed. Tongue-tied and flustered. “How’s work?” is one of
those questions we ask each that’s mostly formality, salutation even. How’s work? You alright?
terrified that I’m a dickhead. That I’m hurtling towards absolute confirmation
that I’m beyond a simple bit of a nob. I’m
feeling anxious, because I’ve made a
declaration to those closest to me, and now you, Internet, that will possib