Let us speak of broken BMWs, 80s TV icons, and work
Sunday was spent working on the Porcubimmer and illicitly hopping the fences meant to keep the proletariat away from the Gumball 3000 cars, details on which you can find here. Well, mainly it's details on the Porcubimmer. There's a blurb about us walking drunkenly staggering around inside the fences. Let me make this perfectly clear how fucking cool this was.
I touched KITT.
Fuck yeah.
On to matters of more mundane note, I started up at work again on Monday. It was good to see my friends again and I had a lot of fun. I forgot how much I really enjoy working with them and how much I like my job. I also found out I'll be training to be a group photographer as well, meaning I would sometimes shoot entire classes for their class photo. This is great, as it means I shoot a maximum of 35-40 groups in a day and spend the rest of the time outside soaking up sunshine, since the group photos are shot outdoors. This is relevant to my interests.
I touched KITT.
Fuck yeah.
On to matters of more mundane note, I started up at work again on Monday. It was good to see my friends again and I had a lot of fun. I forgot how much I really enjoy working with them and how much I like my job. I also found out I'll be training to be a group photographer as well, meaning I would sometimes shoot entire classes for their class photo. This is great, as it means I shoot a maximum of 35-40 groups in a day and spend the rest of the time outside soaking up sunshine, since the group photos are shot outdoors. This is relevant to my interests.