Allison Williams (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} aliwilliams) wrote,@ 2008-03-23 23:34:00 |
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But whatever will I wear tomorrow?
Night before the first day of school! Nerves time!
Ok not school, is actually a job. Tomorrow I start a new job at Time Out (non-New Yorkers: a weekly local magazine). This should be interesting. Trying to keep an open mind, but I'm much more skeptical about this job than my last one. Once bitten and all that (also, Alaska is still a possibility — not that I plan to quit right away or anything, but if this devolves, at all, ever, into the kind of unhappiness that Metro sometimes did, I'm out of there so fast).
Hopeful, excited ... but a little cautious. Unlike most other jobs I've started, I walk in tomorrow knowing my boss already, with one friend freelancing in the office and having worked with a couple more staffers before, albeit via email. So not exactly the great unknown.
But looking back — Thursday was my last day at Metro. It was very, very bittersweet, what with Metro being the best job I've ever had. And, well, the worst, at times. Everyone was sweet on my last day (literally so, getting me a giant chocolate cake, ROCK), forgetting whatever ways in which I annoyed them or pissed them off. You know, like the last day of school. Wait, that means that my summer vacation went from three months when I was 17 to THREE DAYS a decade later. God, adulthood sucks.
Then we went out and drank hard, as is the Metro way.
Me with Nadia, already kinda drunk.
Graham putting on a brave face, because he was totally sad to see me go. Also, the redeye is totally out of control on this camera.
Is Ari scared of Kat clocking him with her beer glass? Of going to work every day knowing I won't be sitting next to him? Of the camera stealing his soul? Because, seeing as he's a photographer and all, he's not allowed to use that latter excuse.
It wasn't just my last day, but also Dave's; he's off to Pittsburgh to cover the, uh, Pirates? And ... Steelers? And ... I'm out, I have no idea what other sports teams they have there. My knowledge of Pittsburgh kind of begins and ends with "Queer as Folk." Anyway, he's leaving and Mike, it appears, will hold on tight to the memories.
Mike and Heidi — I'm so sad I'll miss working with Heidi again (she's kind of taking my place at Metro — I warned everyone there to keep talk of how they're 'trading up' to a minimum while I was within earshot).
Kenya considers how much cleaner the bar is than Johnny's. (Miss Johnny's!)
Tina and Nadia; I'll try not to think about the fun they'll be having without me.
Finally, out of chronological order: my desk, pre-bar. I happen to have been packing at this point, but my desk totally was this trashed most of the time. A Where's Waldo list for the photo above — see if you can find the following:
1) Piece of chocolate cake I nibbled on all day
2) Pile of newspapers from (almost) every day I worked at Metro. This is what 2 years of work looks like.
3) Computer screen that shows that I was totally still doing pages on my last day, actually working on my Word page (Dan let me write his column on my last day)
4) Ned in the background, looking wistful about my leaving (or just surprised by the flash)
5) Indian food menu, from which I ordered my last awesome Tandoor meal on Thursday, which turned out to be my only meal of the day
6) Random belt that Dan found under his desk that day that everyone was trying on
7) Super sharp scissors I stole (along with a plethora of post-its and other various doo-dads, as if I wasn't going to be in another, better-stocked office environment soon enough).
Night before the first day of school! Nerves time!
Ok not school, is actually a job. Tomorrow I start a new job at Time Out (non-New Yorkers: a weekly local magazine). This should be interesting. Trying to keep an open mind, but I'm much more skeptical about this job than my last one. Once bitten and all that (also, Alaska is still a possibility — not that I plan to quit right away or anything, but if this devolves, at all, ever, into the kind of unhappiness that Metro sometimes did, I'm out of there so fast).
Hopeful, excited ... but a little cautious. Unlike most other jobs I've started, I walk in tomorrow knowing my boss already, with one friend freelancing in the office and having worked with a couple more staffers before, albeit via email. So not exactly the great unknown.
But looking back — Thursday was my last day at Metro. It was very, very bittersweet, what with Metro being the best job I've ever had. And, well, the worst, at times. Everyone was sweet on my last day (literally so, getting me a giant chocolate cake, ROCK), forgetting whatever ways in which I annoyed them or pissed them off. You know, like the last day of school. Wait, that means that my summer vacation went from three months when I was 17 to THREE DAYS a decade later. God, adulthood sucks.
Then we went out and drank hard, as is the Metro way.
Me with Nadia, already kinda drunk.
Graham putting on a brave face, because he was totally sad to see me go. Also, the redeye is totally out of control on this camera.
Is Ari scared of Kat clocking him with her beer glass? Of going to work every day knowing I won't be sitting next to him? Of the camera stealing his soul? Because, seeing as he's a photographer and all, he's not allowed to use that latter excuse.
It wasn't just my last day, but also Dave's; he's off to Pittsburgh to cover the, uh, Pirates? And ... Steelers? And ... I'm out, I have no idea what other sports teams they have there. My knowledge of Pittsburgh kind of begins and ends with "Queer as Folk." Anyway, he's leaving and Mike, it appears, will hold on tight to the memories.
Mike and Heidi — I'm so sad I'll miss working with Heidi again (she's kind of taking my place at Metro — I warned everyone there to keep talk of how they're 'trading up' to a minimum while I was within earshot).
Kenya considers how much cleaner the bar is than Johnny's. (Miss Johnny's!)
Tina and Nadia; I'll try not to think about the fun they'll be having without me.
Finally, out of chronological order: my desk, pre-bar. I happen to have been packing at this point, but my desk totally was this trashed most of the time. A Where's Waldo list for the photo above — see if you can find the following:
1) Piece of chocolate cake I nibbled on all day
2) Pile of newspapers from (almost) every day I worked at Metro. This is what 2 years of work looks like.
3) Computer screen that shows that I was totally still doing pages on my last day, actually working on my Word page (Dan let me write his column on my last day)
4) Ned in the background, looking wistful about my leaving (or just surprised by the flash)
5) Indian food menu, from which I ordered my last awesome Tandoor meal on Thursday, which turned out to be my only meal of the day
6) Random belt that Dan found under his desk that day that everyone was trying on
7) Super sharp scissors I stole (along with a plethora of post-its and other various doo-dads, as if I wasn't going to be in another, better-stocked office environment soon enough).
