The people I work with are unique in every possible way.
They're all like little divided pieces of myself...
and when I told them that, not one of them even blinked.

"That's deep, man. I know what you mean... I feel the same way."

Finally, acceptance.

They don't judge the way I speak or act or think.
They even enjoy the poems I write and leave on the board.
They accept each other for everything that they are.

--
Jourdan is living in anxiety and takes ten minute smoke breaks to smooth
that rough edge.
("I really should quit, but it reminds me of my dad.")

Chris is a dancer and dances in the bus station when no one can see
that elegant movement.
("Yes, I'm gay, in case you were wondering.")

Myranda is intelligent and I tell her that everyday just to make her smile
that beautiful smile.
("Can I leave my textbooks up here?")

Becky is a singer and sings with me whenever good music plays over
that old speaker.
("Hi I'm Becky and I can sing your order for you if you'd like!")

Danny is practically a comedian and the jokes he throws around are
that ******* funny.
("Stuuuu? Why are you making chocolate pudding?")

Brandon is a flirt and he's constantly coming up with reasons to come to
that front lobby.
("Hey Leigh! Can you put this tip in my waistband?")
--

All of these people are so different, yet so alike.
We get along just fine.
I couldn't ask for anyone better.