Today was pretty fast-paced from the get-go, which for me was around 11:30 AM or so.

Around 1 PM, I called my supervisor at the TV station to ask when I could meet with them (I was going to give her my two weeks’ notice in person as a courtesy to them). They asked what it was I wanted to meet with them about, and I basically had to tell them I was moving out in a couple weeks and wanted to give my formal two week’s notice. Right after I said that, there was an awkward silence, followed by the following conversation:

Them: “Well, good luck with everything.”
Me: “Thanks.”
Them: Abrupt click.

Thus ended my six-month tenure as a freelance videographer/editor for KPTV. I loved working there but simply didn’t get enough hours, which meant less of a chance to hone my skills. Oh well, there are a lot of great people at 12 and it was great to work with them when I got the chance.

Anyhoo, after that I headed out to eat lunch with Dani Dubois (it’s weird typing that, because I’ll always remember her as Dani Parker). We went to Red Robin and had a good time talking about life, old times, what the future holds, etc. A bunch of small talk but it was good fun small talk, and small talk I won’t have the opportunity to partake in come the 27th.

I then moseyed on over to Orchard Park to throw some discs and ended up with a 54 after 18 holes. That tied my personal best. I shot a 28 on the front 9 and a 26 on the back 9. I think I almost threw my shoulder out with an awkward sidearm throw on hole 2. I’m not trying that again anytime soon.

Then after that, I went to Sonic with Michael Perozzo and his brother Jordache. We took the MAX into downtown and took some great photos. Matt Long met up with us and we all went to VooDoo Doughnuts on SW 3rd in Old Town, and those were some of the best donuts I’ve had in a long time. After our downtown escapade, we got on the MAX and forgot to pay (seriously, we were in a serious conversation when we got on), and it bit us in the butt in Hillsboro when cops boarded the train asking for everyone’s farecard at the 185th Ave./Willow Creek station. The cops kicked us off the train and made us pay, asked for our IDs and ran checks on us, and let us go on our way on the next train after we showed them our passes. Ridiculous. Of all the times I’ve ridden MAX legally, and the one time I accidentally don’t and get bit in the keester.

That was my day. Tomorrow I am heading down to Rainier/Longview/Kelso to take photos of the place I grew up. Some people say that area sucks but I digress.