I don’t know how I feel right now. I mean, I did just come from the funeral…but it doesn’t feel like it. The whole thing seemed so surreal. Even viewing his body…didn’t seem real. It looked like a detailed copy, an imitation of the Kevin I knew. I don’t generally respond to death as most do, as it often takes a while for the depth of the situation to “sink in”. I grasp it, don’t get me wrong…but it just doesn’t click fully. It took me nearly a year to feel the effects of my grandmother passing back in ’95. I think what bothers me even more is the fact my family, step family…whom most I look at as blood, are so affected (I'm not used to that; I'm accustomed to smiles and jokes from all of them). I’m angry at what I know, but what I know ain’t necessarily the facts. Ah, I don’t know…
On top of that…my supervisor is kind of boithered by my light workload as of late. But, it’s not my fault. I have an assignment, I do it quickly and well. That’s just me, man. I don’t fake when I have work. For the most part, I play around with different software apps to learn new stuff or keep skills sharp…I could be doing much worse. I understand her position, but hey…I do my work. Okay, I’m bummin’ myself out, so I have to be bummin’ ya’ll out…I’ll holla later, aight?
BeEasy