Cliff-fallen

The problem with writing a cliffhanger to which you don't know the ending is that it's very likely things will go South.

And not South as in to Florida for vacation. South as in bad. Bad as in three-month-old milk. Unrefrigerated.

Anyway, when I called last week to the paper, they said they still had a full-time position open as a copy editor and were wondering if I was interested. What I didn't find out until a couple days later was that someone was already in the process of checking out the job.

And he took it.

But that's not so much of a big deal. I wanted the job, but I'm not gonna start crying just yet.

That's because I got another phone call today...





Haha, fooled you! No cliffhanger this time.

Anyway, one of the editors from the paper I interned at in 2005 just called.

"We were thinking of making use of your multimedia skills," he said.

Oh sweet heavenly goodness.

"How would you like to blog and take photos from the infield at the Derby?"

Is he serious? He must be serious. He wouldn't joke about this. SWEET!

"Sure. I'd love to help out in any way I can," I replied.

YES! YES! OH YEAH! WOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO! HAWESOME!

So on Saturday, May 6, you know where I'll be...

And on Sunday, May 7, you know where I'll be too...

Oh, you don't know?

Yeah, I never thought I'd make it here either...