Workplace Belonging

Alright, listen up, you big dummy. The joke here is that a normal office job has things like staplers and coffee. BUT this AISH office? It's apparently SO dangerous or deals with such sketchballs that they keep pepper spray and the morning-after pill right there like they're office supplies. The new person feels like they finally fit in, not because they learned the filing system or aced a presentation, but because they learned where the *defense against assault and unwanted pregnancy* stuff is. It's a dark joke, see? Belonging because you share the fear and need for protection. Get it now, or do I need to draw you a picture?