Granted, I appreciate the dark humor of turning your corporate icon into a frozen-smiled serial killer; but I'm not sure the rest of the country gets the joke. Half the time, during the commercials, I expect him to start crawling out of the television screen like in "The Ring." Maybe Burger King can do a tie-in with "The Ring 2" and do a spot where the Burger King and the wet-haired chick go on a blind date at the zoo.
Anyway, if you're going to have a career in advertising, taking that Miami job's a no-brainer. Even if it means leaving behind all of your close friends and moving to a town where you don't know a soul. It also cost him his relationship, as he and his girlfriend realized the distance would be too much and ended it Friday.
Then again, I had a dream job offered to me a long time ago. But I didn't want to live in a smaller city where I'd probably be their first Asian person and be therefore legally required to open a Chinese restaurant. And, most importantly, I didn't want to leave my friends and family. Sometimes I wonder about that decision, and how my career would've turned out if I said 'fuck it' and made the move. But at the time, it was a no-brainer.
On a whole 'nother topic, some of you might remember that during the past winter I lost my only superpower: My immunity to hangovers. Thing is, my hangover patterns make no fucking sense at all. A couple of weeks ago, I was relaxing at home with the girlfriend, and together we finished a couple of bottles of white wine. BAM! Hangover. Last night at the going-away party, I subjected my innards to a non-stop stream of Patron and Jagermeister shots with bottles of Stella in between. No hangover.
Something for you to ponder as you gently stroke your beard.