Dear Blog,
Although this internship is the proverbial "wetting of the feet" for myself as far as entering a professional atmosphere is concerned, I still decided to use this format as a reference to one of my favorite childhood characters Douglas Yancy Funny from the hit Nickelodeon cartoon "Doug". He began every episode with a journal entry entitled Dear Journal and I will do the same for this blog. I would like to tell you about myself but I figure you will get to know me through these entries in your own way which is probably better then me trying to explain myself. For some of you I may come across as a wise old sage with insights few posses, others may see a goofy half wit with a keyboard and an attitude; however my only real concern with this blog is to come across as genuine and relay my internship experience to you.
As the great Wilson from "Home Improvement" once said when quoting someone else who I can not remember as well as Wilson himself, "A man who writes about himself in his own time and place w
rites about men from every time and place." Wilson was full of sage advice. I just moved to Boston aka the Hub from a small town southwest of Worcester known as Leicester. Previous to being the proud home of the biggest Wal-Mart in New England, Leicester was really known as a place George Washington once passed through on his way to more important places, so it was a big change of scenery for me. The only thing I can really say about Leicester is its inhabitants are really proud of being from Wolverine Country and old folks gather at Mike's Donuts where they can talk about 19-dickity-six and all other Leicester nostalgia. My first night in Boston, specifically Mission Hill I witnessed a pretty intense fight outside my window. I tried to stifle the blows to the one poor fellow by playing "Why Can't We Be Friends?" from my window, but the joke went pretty unnoticed. Also, on my first day to work I got hit by car in what turned out to be pretty uneventful. I was able to sprawl on the car and the guy completely hit the brakes I sort of tumbled backwards in about as comical a manner as possible. I think I heard a few laughs because I was obviously physically OK, mentally I felt pretty youtube-able which usually isn't a good thing. I ran off on the guy that hit me because I didn't want to be late for my first meeting and he was shouting at me for jay walking so I just sort of ran and yelled my condolensces while continuing my impressive bound to Fanuiel. My biggest relief was realizing I wasn't going to walk in bleeding and with a roughed up shirt. My Dad who is a man of principle immediately told me I need to have my head on a swivel in the city and to leave my mom uninformed about this story.
Anyways I supposed I am rambling a bit but I will miss the Cherry family as a staff, label, and a crew this summer and this will especially hold true around bill paying time. My first official day in the office is today. I was lead around two floors of offices and introduced to everyone and forgive me to anyone who reads this and I do not remember your name, I will try hard. This will be especially hard because I was very tired this morning as last nights heat and my lack of suitable cooling unit made sleeping somewhat of a chore and there are many names and faces. The past hour and a half has been me writing this blog and getting to know my partner Kate. We started brainstorming ideas for the first video and I think you folks will like it and I invite you to check it out. I will post the link when I know it but I think if you can find this blog the vids are not far off. To quote the stranger, "Welp, that about does her, wraps her all up. Things seem to've worked out pretty good for the Bren and Kate, and it was a purty good story, dontcha think? Made me laugh to beat the band ... parts, anyway."
I will keep on postin' you keep on readin'.
-----<3------->
Brendan "The Chez Man" Cherry
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
The Beginning
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2 comments:
your dad is a wise, wise man...definitely don't tell mom you were hit by a car. stay safe on those mean streets and welcome to Experience!
Yes, I agree with Ally, your dad is a wise, wise man. Also, evidently you are not as wise as your dad, because your mother now knows you were hit bay a car. She can read too.
Cheers,
BrenDad
AKA - Brendan's dad
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