Yeah, I’m in the same boat. I need a surgery next year, and another in 2018.

My transgender news folks are all recommending we get our legal documents sorted, and any insurance covered surgeries in the works ASAP.

I’ve worked for a few control freaks that loved to micromanage. It wasn’t that they had a good intention, or were enthusiastic. It’s that they thought everyone that worked for them was an idiot.

My timbuck2 comes with skateboard wheels. I’ll never go back to regular luggage wheels.

I hate the home remedies that get suggested for UTI’s and yeast infections. Holy cow, so much useless crap gets peddled.

Government agencies, once you are full in, are really hard to get dumped out of.

We do slacks/khakis and button up shirts at work, so some of the old timers don’t even have a suit anymore. Plus, we are government employees.

Who the hell thinks a taco is a sandwich?!!!

Holy cow, nobody in jeans would ever be hired were I work. I have a staff conference next week. The big boss wants to see us in suits for some reason she hasn’t explained. Yuck.

Sound dampening headphones.

In my profession, you simply can’t go to an interview in jeans. It would never work.

I worry far less about myself, than all the teens we have. I just want some policy they can put their back to.

That is a great comic! I’m stealing it for future use.

I’m a 45 year old man, and I have never felt so helpless, anxious, and scared in my life then the bathroom issue mid transition. I have hitchhiked cross country looking like a 19 year old girl, done some crazy risky crap, and none of it made me fear like the bathroom thing did, and occasionally still does. I hope your…

That sucks. I hope you work colleague falls in a toilet of poo. I hate that decision. Make a big stink, and have it backfire possibly, or just deal with the bigot behavior.

I never even thought of that.

That at least makes me feel better. Although, it’s not so magical when everyone is tripping on roots, and trying not to step on anything sharp!

I have to move every year for work. I don’t own much of anything physical because of it.

Me too. I read every book that was out in the late 80s/early 90s. I went to ladies Wicca groups, and tried super hard. Turns out I can’t really keep my inner 12 year old boy together in a group of sky clad women chanting out of tune at night in the cold. That, and I’m apparently all out of faith. Atheism was way…

because a colleague had complained about her wearing a goddess pendant around the office. Why anyone would complain of such a thing in the first place, the devil only knows.