Ninja Blog Style!

Just posted and cool. Ninja Blog Style!

So in my last post… which was 5 minutes ago, I asked myself if I was a bad person for not addressing the feelings of a co-worker. Right after posting, a feeling/sense/voice came into my soul and told me to talk to this person. I mean, what can one say that hopefully won't be construed as inappropriate to a person in dispair. So all I said was, "I can't ignore this 'feeling' of emptiness that's surrounding you." I'm not a deep person, though I try to be in order to convince myself of the writer I want to become. But I said it, and she appreciated that I did. She knew what I went through with my dad and beej. Funny, not haha, that I never talked about losing them when I first got here. And I lost the both of them the same 30-day timeframe when I started here. This is a new job, and I didn't need or want any sympathy. But I did bottle/surpress the tinges of depression that hit. The saddest I did get was when I went through orientation at our San Bruno office and they showed a recap of everywhere the media mentioned our company's name. Whether it was my favorite "Swing Dance" ad or when we were parodied in a skit on SNL or a news story about a new store opening in London, I just wanted to start bawling. The person who kept at me the most about needing to do something with my life and "get a good job" was my dad, and right there in that conference room and watching through the refactoring tears that welled up as Chris Farley and David Spade were folding clothes at one of our stores, I kept wishing that my dad was still here to tell him that I finally made it. I'm working for one of the biggest companies in the world. Dad, I hope that you're finally proud of me.