Thursday, December 02, 2004

It's a Shpadoinkle Day

Today's the last time I have to roll out of bed and trudge zombie-like to National Geographic. I can't believe all the little passwords and I.D. badges and NG-specific terminologies become obsolete at 5:30 this evening. I can' believe I've done everything of consequence that I will do for this company. And I really can't believe that I must one day return to this eight-hour morning-to-evening work day.


  1. Anonymous7:14 AM

    i just figured out that you dont have to have a blogger account to comment! when are you coming back to cali and what are you doing for new years?

  2. Who the hell are you? Depending on the answer to that question, the thirteenth/never and partying with you/avoiding you, sicko.