Feels Like Christmas

Every night feels like Christmas Eve. I lay down wishing I could fall asleep fast so I can wake up and go to work.

Tonight I left the office at 10pm. I didn’t want to leave but since I can’t sleep there I had to go home. It’s not the people or the environment or even the perks, it’s the job. It’s what I do. I love it. I love every minute of it. I love organizing my campaigns. I love emailing back and forth with my co workers. I love coming up with new ideas and writing them down and then implementing them. I love the freedom to be able to do what I want to do and share it with readers and they love it. I love the support that I have.

And the most amazing part is my officemates. They are so fucking smart. I try not to bother them and just do my job but today I needed help so I asked and…I felt like I had to HIDE from the magnificent weight of their ideas and suggestions. They kept pouring out like a never ending waterfall and I took notes as quickly as I could and then I sat back..full. They’re so damn smart! They make every idea I have…so much better.

Nothing is too good to be true. Nothing is too good to last forever. I deserve to be in a place that I love.

After all of the glee I felt from collaborating with my co workers, I decided that I would go pay The Prez a visit since today was his first day back from his vacation. I planned carefully what I would say.

It was a brilliant line if I do say so myself, “How was your vacation?”

Nice huh?

But I procrastinated hoping that he would leave before I got a chance to stop by his office. I waited until way after everyone had gone and I took the long walk to his side of the building. I gulped when I saw his office door open and light streaming from inside. Oh shit? He’s here.

How was your vacation?

How was your vacation?

That’s all you have to say. Then he’ll answer you and you’ll start talking and you can be friends. It’s that easy.

I took a deep breath and tapped on the door.

“Who dat?” he said jokingly.

One mississippi. Two mississippi. Three mississippi.

I stepped inside and smiled weakly.

“Ms. Tee,” he greeted me.

I stood there, frozen.

He smiled at me and nodded his head.

I stood there, frozen.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I nodded.

“You don’t look like you’re okay.”

My eyes shifted downward at my outfit. “What do you mean?” I mumbled.

“You look like something is wrong with you,” he said and smiled.

“I’m fine,” I managed to say.

He smiled at me again.

How come his teeth are so perfect? I thought to myself.

He nodded at me.

I just stood there looking. I didn’t know what to do.

“Ok, bye.” I said and walked away feeling like a nerd.

I am such a dork.

I guess it’s best I didn’t say much because if I ever got a chance to say what I REALLY want to say, I may get fired.

Like: I saw that picture of you on the cruise standing next to that baldheaded chick. Ya’ll were standing entirely TOO close and that hurt my heart. Please don’t ever do that again.

and…

You better tell that comedian to keep your name OUT of her mouth. I didn’t appreciate her joke about stalking you on the cruise. That was NOT funny. She needs to find someone ELSE to stalk because I don’t play that. She better not be invited back next year.

~folding arms~

You see why it’s best that I keep my mouth closed?

Ok, I’ma try to make myself go to sleep FAST so I can wake up early and go back to work…It’s secksy in internet land…

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