Whatever Happened To Saturday Night?

And along with it, 2 years of my life? I sure wish I had some of it back. But I guess that it's time to start yet another chapter, and sign off on the last one. Sometimes I wonder, what would our stories all look like in a library. Whose would be in the funny section? And who would be a tragedy? Or perhaps we're all doomed to be simply, non-fiction.

The last 2 years in CMM have been well spent. Granted, I wish I could have said some things different, and done some things very different, but sadly, I am not a Time Lord. Besides, the year has been kind. Granted, I've gotten into a scrape or two, and probably cheesed off several people, but I seem to have turned out relatively alright. And was I really all that scary in first year? I find it hard to believe when people tell me that. I sure don't remember walking around with a scowl on my face all the time. But if I did scare people off, my bad. Sure didn't mean to.

Time for internships! To quote my partner in crime, my job involves [CLASSIFIED CONTENT], which means I get to [CLASSIFIED CONTENT] most of the day, which involves [CLASSIFIED CONTENT], and also [CLASSIFIED CONTENT] which I find remarkably enjoyable. I could tell you what I do, but then I'd have to kill you. Heh heh.


But honestly, the new job looks like a blast. The dress code rocks, too. Jeans and polos completely normal. A bit overdressed, even. I shall bring my windbreaker, just to look semi-formal. AHAHAHAHAHA. The only issue I have at the moment? My lack of expertise with Final Cut Pro. But that can be remedied, I think. A quick call to Mr Awesome Guo, and he shall impart to me his 1337 technomancer powers. Failing which, TO THE INTERNET!


It's my first day on my own, and I miss everyone so badly. It's like when I turn to my left, or right, I expect to see one of the guys, up to something stupid again. Or one of the girls, happily discussing how the guys are always doing stupid things. Today's just Monday, so just imagine how bad it's gonna be tomorrow, on what used to be Broadcast Day. Or Thursday, once Multicam Day. And Friday, when we all went Radio Gaga.

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