The magazine just came back from the printers. Aside from picture resolution issues, its fresh and its new and I feel even more proud. When I compare this issue to my first one, I cant help but feel that perhaps my first issue was a little juvenile. A little too simple and childlike to be truly taken seriously. However, that is all going to change for the better. I've learnt so much since I started working here and I'm eager to put all that to use in the second issue for 2009.
There's writing style, grammar and punctuation to be checked, picture quality to control and so much more. Its tiring but exciting. I cannot wait. I wonder when I started liking my job. Hell, I still hate concrete, but I like my job more than I did previously. When did that happen?!
It has its perks. The pay is decent and I dont have a specific dress code to adhere to. I could walk in with a ratty old sweater and torn jeans and no one would give a flying fuck. If they do, they keep their opinions to themselves anyway. I've got some good friends at the office that make work better. We've cried together and laughed together, smoked together and drank chocolate milk together. Its hard to leave now because I dont want to leave these people behind. Sure, there's one troublemaker who is possibly jealous (of what, I dont know) but she's not worth considering.
Also, Becks says that this new issue is wonderful. She says its easier to market because it goes into a little more specifics. She also says to not give any credence to the advertiser's words. She thinks its a better way to save face by blaming my editorial work instead of admitting that he'd rather focus his tightening budget by advertising in the magazine that is more exposed. Ah well, his loss then.
On a sadder note, a former diploma classmate passed away on Saturday. It was suicide apparently. Although I didnt know him personally, the boy I remember used to be sarcastic and friendly. He always had a smile on his face and based on what people said about him, he was a good friend and an even better person. I feel for the family. He was cremated on Sunday and his ashes are to be scattered at sea. As morbid as it would sound, I wonder why and how he did it. More why than how, to be honest.
There's going to be a memorial service for him at his favourite bar, organized by some of his closest friends. I've been asked to go as well, but I'm not sure if I should. I didnt know the guy or his diploma clique. I rolled in different circles. I think my attending would be weird and a bit of an intrusion since I didnt know him the first place. I'll think about it though.
Which should I go to? Karaoke session with my workmates or to the memorial?
*~Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping
Hello, I'm still here
All thats left of yesterday~*
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