August 2, 2004
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I just realized that all my posts over the past week have been protected. I've been neglecting all the lurkers out there that only have access to my public pieces of work. So here's a post from the archives for y'all. And if you want to delve into my more personal life, ask me and you shall be considered for inclusion. For now, enjoy this bit of nostalgia.
[originally posted November 6, 2003]
So this is a Harvard bar, huh? I thought there'd be equations and shit on the wall. ~ Good Will Hunting
Whoever invented the Happy Hour is a genius. To spend quality time with five of my closest colleagues whom I see five days a week, and occasionally on Saturday, is a ritual that not enough people seem to appreciate. What starts off as casual conversation can veer to any direction, from sports, to women, to cars, to women, to careers, to women, to sex with women. With the addition of alcohol in the equation, no topic is taboo in the circle. Because my colleagues and I sprouted from the same beginnings in the firm (the lot of us had since moved on to bigger but not necessarily better things), we all had that one thing common, and we're able to connect when it comes to venting about work related issues, past and present.
Where most people separate work from their personal life, I openly merge the two together. My coworkers are people with whom I've worked closely for the past three or four years, gone through the good and the bad. These are people who know my career path, and are with me to strive to be better at what I do, and inject the ambition I so lacked years ago. And because of that, I welcome them into my life as friends.
'Til next time,
G-Dogg
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