Maybe it wasn’t Bruce Campbell, maybe it wasn’t the Polkaroo, but someone said it, and that someone was me.
Sorry buddy, but I can quote myself, and I can quote myself well. I don’t even have to remember what I said.
Maybe it wasn’t Bruce Campbell, maybe it wasn’t the Polkaroo, but someone said it, and that someone was me.
Sorry buddy, but I can quote myself, and I can quote myself well. I don’t even have to remember what I said.
At first I thought my Blackberry was going haywire (again), because from the other room I could hear it continually beeping, and I was beginning to get upset, because I did NOT want to go through the trials and tribulations of Rogers customer ’service’ again to get it replaced.
The little tone that plays when I get an email is about 1 second long, and sounds like a doorbell. My phone was in my office, and from my kitchen, it sounded like there was a very impatient postman leaning on the doorbell, waiting to deliver a package, or a little kid wanting to know if his friend could come out to play. I was convinced my phone was dying. I was hoping that I was just incredibly popular, and that suddenly my friends had all decided to email me all at the same time.
I have 56 emails from an un-manned UPS device. Lovely. Good news? My phone is not broken. Bad news? I’m not as popular as I could have hoped.
I haven’t posted that much lately. I’m finding it difficult (and annoying) to type alot through my blackberry.
Here’s a photo from my office christmas party. We played Rock Band in a bar, and this was our band. Clearly, we posed for the photo, as I was NOT just wearing my sunglasses inside a bar at two in the morning.

Our Rock Band
My new office is clearly completely awesome. I can’t go in-depth about how great the setup is, or how awesome the wiring job is (it’s just amazing) because it would take three days and twelve pages to explain.
But here’s a brief video of me having fun, enjoying my new desk chair.
And here’s what our old Master Control now looks like. It’s even MORE ripped out at this point, but having worked there for over 3 years, I had to take a photo, no matter how cheesy:

I could seriously do it. I could have absolutley no life, and just go to work 12 hours a day, 7 days a week. I would need to hire a laundry and grocery service, but I could do it.
In the past 5 days, I’ve worked 33 regular hours, plus 29 overtime hours. Today was only Tuesday.
I have a Grocery Gateway account, but I’ve never actually used it. I wonder if it works OK, or if it’s a pain in the ass. I can’t imagine what the produce would be like.
I took some photos of what Master Control looks like right now. We tore it apart. Now it’s a desk and 7 relatively empty server racks. There is still alot more ripping of cable to be done, but it’s much cleaner now than it was 2 days ago.
It’s 4:04am, and I just got out of bed.
I’m going to get ready and then go to work. As of six am, we are going to be taking 6 television stations, and moving them clear across town, while keeping them live. And no, we did not buy (much) new equipment.
I still haven’t been to the new building, but hopefully I will today!
I’ve been drinking too much coffee over the past few days, and there’s been a nerve jumping in my knee all night. I don’t know if they’re related.
Aujourd’ today I went to work. It was very tiring. J’ was with work for a long time. Danielle is here and it does not carry its red shoes aujourd’ today. J’ like its red shoes.
If I had a life, I’m sure that I’d be missing out on it. I’ve been working so much lately, that I managed to leave the house today wearing Birkenstocks and wool socks.
It’s hardly haute couture, but it’s comfy. And that’s how I’m justifying it.