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That Time I Cried at Work

Sometimes I cry at work. In my defense, I once cried at a Kleenex commercial. I cry a lot.

They let me cry, and then we laughed about it.

It happened again the other day, and Floyd said, “it shows how invested you are.” It was nice. No one tried to fix it, or downplay my reaction. They let me cry, and then we laughed about it.

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This picture was taken on the day of what is now affectionately referred to as my Grand Mal meltdown.

Even when things suck, we all care about the work and keep moving forward.

Floyd needed to check his lighting and so I had to get in front of the camera. At the time I was mortified, but I’ve come to love this photo.

It really just embodies all the things that make my job important to me. Even when things suck, we all care about the work and keep moving forward. We embrace each other’s crazy and make cool stuff with it. There’s never going to be a time where we’re on autopilot; we are constantly challenging each other and ourselves.

It’s been just over a year since I started. I still have the same drive to be here every day, but it’s grown into something better. I can text Stephen before 8 am, because I know he’s probably thinking about the same detail that I am. I know when Brian needs a mocha. They all tolerate my incessant chatter and stories about my kids. This year has taught us how to work together. Now we take over the world.

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