8 Days to Go (8, 8, 8 is great)

Well Unfuck... there are only 8 days to go, and I have so much to do. I just left my going away dinner from my friends at Channel 2, and I'm a little (read alot) drunk. So forgive the incoherence.
I really think I'm gonna miss Channel 2. Not the unbelievable lies that I was fed about what my job was going to be, or the endless stream of horribly shitty boring commercials that I was forced to write, or the trainwreck-like style that was used to manage the place (although that was fun to watch), but the people. I have not found a greater group of people to work with in a long time. I guess there is some sort of commrodery amongst the people that are forced to shovel shit in hell. But, I really like these people. I really learned a lot from them and had a lot of fun working with them. As I continue through life's journey I realize that everything is about the journey, and not the destination. I guess I am realizing more and more as I take that journey that it's the people you meet along the way that make that journey so fucking great. It may be something as simple as making jokes about how hot we can get this box or pulling your huge cable, but it's what you do to get through the shit of the boring hell that is work. And if you can use other people to get through it all, you should really appreciate them and what they bring to your life.
Anyway, they I'm going to get each and every one of my teeth ground upon in the morning, before work, way too fucking early, so I guess I should probably curl up and go to sleep.
Good night. And you know, I did write a substantial post earlier today, so deal.
OUT
Oh, and thanks to Johnny Blood for the great picture of the Number 8 that I got from Flickr. And if he has a problem with me using it, he probably shouldn't have made it downloadable.