Hey folks. Confession time: This is probably my last column with The Reporter. I’ve accepted another job so I’ll be shipping out of here.
First of all, I’d like to thank you all for continuing to read my ramblings for the last 15 years, even if you only read them looking for spelling and grammar mistakes. Were they always gold? No. Were they always funny? Heck no. Were they always honest? Pretty much. I omitted a few names and I’ve occasionally withheld certain things but only for reasons of privacy. I assure you. If you’ve ever wanted to know what’s going on in my life, I usually spell it out pretty clear in this space.
Secondly, I’d like to take a moment to thank everyone who I spoke with and took pictures of over the last decade-and-a-half. Did I run into a disagreeable person or two along the way? Of course. I also freely admit I was not always the most professional person in the room and for that I apologize.
Thirdly, I’d like to thank my colleagues, past and present. It couldn’t have been easy putting up with me. I had issues back in the day, and quite frankly, even on my best day, I am a bit of a pill. So, you know, thanks for not punching me or anything.
To Jake, thanks for the guidance. It is appreciated. To Grant, thanks for the comics, the laughs, and turning me on to a few authors I would have otherwise ignored. To Melanie… meh. She’s new. To Nicole, it is indeed always about you but I’d like to think my last day can be about both of us. To everyone else I worked with, I am truly sorry for pretty much everything.
Anyway, if you are wondering whatever became of me (WKRP reference/foreshadowing), I am taking my talents to CJFX in Antigonish. I’m nervous and excited but it’s fine. I’ll be alright.
To slightly steal from Conan O’Brien’s last episode of The Tonight Show, please don’t be cynical. I’m likely one of the most cynical people you’re ever to meet. However, it’s probably my worst quality as well, only slightly ahead of my constant fear of everything and my complete lack of social grace. It’s easy to by cynical. Being hopeful and positive, that’s tough. Some of the big thinkers out there, and I say that without sarcasm, feel being happy isn’t the real goal in life and that chasing such a goal leads to unfulfilled and depressed people.
Perhaps they are right. I tend to aim more for a baseline anyway. However, if you have a chance to be happy, I would ask that you please take it. That isn’t to say I am suggesting people indulge in every whim of fancy. That’s silly and will likely land you in a lot of trouble. What I am asking is that you be smart enough to know when to take chances with your lives and then brave enough to take those chances. Take it from a guy who hid in his basement for about 15 years. You don’t want to be that guy.
I’m done now… and thank you for reading.