At the end of the first day in the office, one of two things was going to happen: I’d be drained and regretting the contract, or I’d be energized and ready for more.
It was the latter.
Like, holy fuck, I was brimming with energy. First to the pharmacy to drop off a scrip, then up to Yonge and Bloor to get a Metropass for April. And my iPod was feeding into it. It knew to keep me at a good level, and then slowly bring me down.
When I interviewed for the contract, they asked what set me apart; what was the one thing that best described my ability. I said to them:
It’s in my blood.
And damn, if I wasn’t right.
They’ve got a 50-page bible for their templates. Everything’s been thought of. The PowerPoint slide master may have 5 pages in it, but they’ve got a shit ton more available at the click of a mouse. I spent 8 hours working on one job, getting the nuances right. But I got there. And they knew I got it. They know it’s in my blood.
This is a good fit. The next few months will be a blast, taxing, frustrating, and liberating.
The Bloody Doors Off 
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