Just another day at the mines...

Figure it's time to give you a peek behind the curtains of America's best-selling weekly mag - or my little corner of it, anyway. The most important corner. To me. Are you ready for this? There's no way in hell you are. It's extreme.


The Tin Man. Yup, that's me, r0ckin' the shell necklace. Look close. It's like I'm 17 all over again, minus the crying. And note the jeans - on a Thursday. This tells the upper brass that my style cannot be confined to one measly day a week. Also note that the jeans are strategically covered by the desk.

My buddy Andrew, hydrating. It's an important part of the day here at the Guide, the walk over to the watercooler to keep fluid levels healthy. I - and Andrew there - consider it a prerequisite for success and a ritual that should be repeated a couple dozen times an hour.

There are other pics but Blogger tells me there's no more room on this thing. Your loss. Be assured they were unreal.

On another office note, today I've organized my first Happy Hour since I went all West Coast. Some folks, like Andrew there, might even come. This is big for me - an opportunity to embarrass myself in front of a whole new set of co-workers. Though if I wasn't persona non grata after my drunkass performance at the Christmas party, I think I'm safe.

Rock on,

TM