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So I get to work, grab my morning coffee, and sit down to my desk for a hard day of wishing I was anywhere else. As soon as I sit down I smell something. It's this saccharine almost maple smell that sticks to the back of my throat. I'm sniffing like a bloodhound all around my office until I finally figure out IT'S MY FUCKING COFFEE. I totally had a Denis Leary moment, all pissed that somebody fucked with my usual morning tar.
Now that I've sufficiently buried the lede, I am moving back East. New York fuckin' City. Lumi and I visited NY a few weeks ago for business (me) and pleasure (her). While there, it was decided that we will be moving, for a number of reasons, most of them very practical. I am currently actively searching for a job in the broadcast industry, hopefully in systems architecture or pre-sales engineering. That's not to say I'm averse to engineering on-air signals (god knows I'm no stranger to that pressure-cooker) or even jumping back into IT if needs be. The plan is to be moved by the New Year, but I will definitely be living in New York on or before April 20, 2008. That's when my car lease is up and I don't want to get another one.
Now that I've sufficiently buried the lede, I am moving back East. New York fuckin' City. Lumi and I visited NY a few weeks ago for business (me) and pleasure (her). While there, it was decided that we will be moving, for a number of reasons, most of them very practical. I am currently actively searching for a job in the broadcast industry, hopefully in systems architecture or pre-sales engineering. That's not to say I'm averse to engineering on-air signals (god knows I'm no stranger to that pressure-cooker) or even jumping back into IT if needs be. The plan is to be moved by the New Year, but I will definitely be living in New York on or before April 20, 2008. That's when my car lease is up and I don't want to get another one.