In the PItt
At 6:45 on a Monday morning, I got a phone call from Maurice (the big dog in the Dirt Rag house) letting me know that I had the job if I wanted it. Without a one second gap between the question and the answer I said yes. I moved from the Northwest to Pittsburgh with no hesitation whatsoever. Most folks back home couldn’t understand why I would move to Pittsburgh of all places. My answer to that was always, “well, what the hell am I getting done here exactly?” To me it was a no-brainer. I have been enjoying my experience here to no end in the two months I have lived here. I feel incredibly lucky to be in such a rad work environment with a most excellent group of people. Pittsburgh has welcomed me with open arms and I intend to set up shop here for a hell of a long time. I thank everybody here for making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside on a regular basis, except for the laser printer that thing sucks. Now I have a ridiculous nickname (Paper Jam) because of that giant plastic bastard.
Viva La Pittsburgh!
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