…and this is my sister, Brylliant Whiteskin Dear Best Sister in the Whole Wide World, I&r
…and this is my sister, Brylliant Whiteskin Dear Best Sister in the Whole Wide World, I’m having a bad day. A friend just put in his two weeks’ notice that he’s leaving the company. I’m completely heartbroken and sad — sitting at my desk, crying because I don’t want to lose my friends here. So I got up and hugged Greg and Joshie and asked them to please not leave, too. I need them here. They’re the reason I come to work every day. So I walk back through the office, stifling sobs and wiping tears off my face. As I sit down, people ask if I’m okay. I give a nice fake smile and say “Always” even though I don’t really mean it at all. That’s when I realize that something’s different. There’s a package on my desk from some unknown sender. What the hell is this? Did I order something and then forget about it? I never do that. I open it up and pull out six white sticks. This has to be a wrong order. Are these full of drugs? That whole biological-warfare-via-US-mail thing is over, right? Wait. Are these Psych references!? “Ovaltine Jenkins.” I laugh out loud. And when I say “out loud,” what I really mean is “too loud for a professional setting.”“Ghee Butternaps.” My inappropriate laugh has now escalated to what some would call a cackle.“Lavender Gooms.” I’m not sure if the tears running down my face are from sadness or from the sheer brilliance of this gift. These six writing instruments of wonder have successfully turned my frown upside-down. And I’m pretty sure I’ll be approached by HR later this week about being institutionalized for my insane behavior (crying, then laughing at pencils, then crying more). So yea, be on the look-out for that… I love you. Thank you for brightening a day that really needed a little Jet Blackness. I’ll tell you what I tell my friends at work when they do a good job: “Please continue to bring the awesome.” -- source link