Aw.

Happened to be clearing my desk (I'm leaving this Friday) and saw this.
Apparently I wrote this in June - that was when I was still struggling with generally being terrified of my colleagues and feeling very lonely because I didn't have anyone to talk to.

All in all feeling kind of embarrassed I actually wrote this, but also kind of, well...
Aw.

"Saw ** today, which made me happy. It's funny because I don't even know the dude, and he sure as hell doesn't know me either.

I mean, to me he’s a really nice guy who makes going to work everyday slightly less meh, because it feels like I’ve got a friend who’ll say hi to me without possibly feeling awkward or something. It helps that he’s a really nice guy, and he makes good enough conversation. Plus have I mentioned that he’s a really nice guy? Oh yeah, and I like his voice. It’s just something random.

To him, I’m probably just an intern working at the station and well I’m possibly interesting to him just because of that – you know, I’m probably just someone he can say hi to, because saying hi to people, connecting with people, that just brightens your day a little more sometimes.

But sometimes I see him when he's on guard duty at the entrance of the workplace, and seeing him makes me grin, and he grins too when he sees me – it’s not like one of those polite smiles, or even a smirk – it’s a full-fledged grin, the kind of hey-you’re-back-hello-friend grin, the kind you give without reserve.

It made me grin even more when he saluted me today.

Imagine, I'm a small girl who's just an intern, and seeing someone in uniform with an awesome weapon (which I am not going to describe because it could cost me my life and I couldn't describe it if I tried - to me it's just AWESOMESAUCE and BADASS and I WISH I COULD HAVE ONE OMGGGGG)  like that actually look at me and freaking salute me...

It made me feel like I was somebody, just for 2 seconds.
Hell, it made me feel like he looked at me as an equal, not some girl who scurries into the workplace because she's an intern.
It made me feel as though he could possibly look at me as a friend.

I liked it."

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