I miss the little things; just the classics. those special Durham classics that only a few of us know.
And I miss my mom and dad, always. I love doing my own thing, but I always have the most fun with them. This will be the most laid back summer, I can feel it.
Of course partying with the old gang, doin it our crazy old school way that we do.
and spending summer nights they way they were meant to be spent
there is, indeed, a reason why I am staying up to post this. I had my final work meeting, and we did these things called paper plate awards. now, I don't know if you're familiar, but the way we did them was that everyone got a silly/funny/thoughtful/unique-to-their-quirk type award. The theme we went with (because we always have themes to everything we do) was celebrities.
Now I knew about this from the get go. I was in the room and worked with the original plan. And from the moment I knew who would be up to choosing the awards, I was prepared for the worst. The awards started getting called out. People's cute quriks, interests, skills, and other unique qualities were being called out.
I recieved the Mother Theresa Award, "for being the most loving, and always looking out!"
Can I ask, what is that crap?
This is the most bland, contrived and trite "award" I have ever recived. The people who were choosing these awards don't have any idea who I am. We talk, yes. We're friendly, of course. But they don't know my quirks, my sense of humor, or my passions. They don't know me, and it seems they don't care. Some of the people I work with are so abrasive that I want to scream, or hit them- but I know I could give each and every member some kind of creative comparison. I could easily give each member a thoughtful and appropriate award. And yet they can't figure out anything about me? So while the gesture is nice, I was completely offended by it. That award means nothing coming from them- they said it because they couldn't think of anything, but I'm not a bitch or a slacker, so they tried to give me someone good. That would have meant the world to mean, had it come from someone who knows me- like all my people back home. And then I get all tenderhearted and realize how much I miss the people who know me best, all my people I've grown up with. And how much I cannot wait to dip my toes into almost still swimming holes, grow and change and feel familiar all over again. And know that the people I'm talking to know me, and see me.
Unlike the people I work with. I thought they'd at least ask ryan who has, I don't know, known me since I was a child?
whatever. I need to rest and charge ahead a strong and exciting week. It's staggering how fast it's arrived.
and I'm so so so close to
feeling free like this again
