I started cosplaying shortly after leaving college. A couple years down the road, I was working in Customer Service, and while I didn't broadcast my otakudom, it wasn't something I felt needed to be kept secret. If anyone talked to me about nerdy stuff, I was happy to reciprocate.
One day, I had a casual chat with my supervisor, who was a very cool and fun person and NOT the stick-in-the-mud type portrayed in this comic. She asked what my plans for the weekend were, and I mentioned that I was going to a con. Her immediate response? "Oh, really? You're not gonna cosplay, are you?"
In my naive mind, this was a perfectly harmless question. I proceeded to show her some of my cosplay photos from previous cons, much to her surprise. There ended up not being any trouble from it, but, in retrospect, perhaps this was not my smartest move. Had my supervisor been any less cool, this could've been a nail in my corporate coffin.
Getting to the comic itself, I apologize that it dips into more serious subjects than usual. I have some interesting plans for MP coming up, and part of that was reinforcing why she keeps her cosplay life and work life very, very separate. It's gonna be good.
Rock on, guys, and never stop drawing.