Honesty about anxiety and depression at work

I had a decent talk with my newest addition to my team. One of my students and I were training her on Monday. At the end of the session, what I didn't expect was this woman sharing that she has been depressed and anxious for two years.

It hit home for me. I have been there. So has my guy.

The good news is that she is on medication, which has put her back on track. She feels good. It shows. She is funnier during our team meetings.

I was impressed that she trusted us to share what she has been going through. Add to that mix the fact that her past two team leads have said negative things about her with little justification and my manager asking her to submit weekly reports (she is the only person on our entire team doing this task) can add to that depression and anxiety.

I thanked her for sharing all this information. I told her that I'm happy that she is on my team. She seemed to be absorbing the information well. She also asked thoughtful, intelligent questions today. She has potential. It probably hasn't been noticed by others.

I'm optimistic. I let her know to leave the baggage and negative past work experiences behind her. We are working with a clean slate now. She appreciated it.

The sheriff hat for my guy's cock has arrived

A few months ago, I had mentioned in a blog post that Cocktopz had followed me on my Instagram account. It sells fun hats for your favourite hard member.

I decided to get the Sheriff hat and it finally arrived. I hope that it fits my guy's head. I like the packaging.

The hat looks exactly like the tag! I just need to have my guy try it on for size.

Z is for petting penis zoo #AtoZchallenge

Technically, z stands for zipping along, as in this challenge is over for me. It went by quickly.

Instead, I am marvelling over the penis, an organ that I have access to, thanks to my guy.

The other day, I was performing oral on my guy's erect penis and finished off by giving him a handjob. It amazes me how the penis starts in a dormant state and ends up being huge.

After we had cleaned up, we both watched my guy's member retract. When it was back at its dormant state, I asked him whether I could stroke it. If it was too sensitive, I didn't want to make things worse. My guy was fine with my caressing it.

Naturally, we were both in a dopey state of mind. We ended up talking about my gentle stroking and petting his member.

"I feel like I am at my own penis zoo, lovingly petting it," I said, which made us both laugh.
"I like this," my guy admitted.
"It's so smooth," I remarked.

It's not a usual thing for us to do. However, it's a relaxing, intimate form of affection that we both enjoyed.