I spent 12 hours at work today. It's printing day, and everyone works a little longer on printing day. And you know what? I didn't think twice about it and I didn't mind at all because I love my job. And I hate to keep dwelling on it since I feel like I keep covering the same ground when I say it, but I'm so happy here. For the first time in a long time, I'm really content. Now I just need to lose all that weight I put on in the past couple of months.

The only thing that bothers me is that the playing field has been leveled. I used to be able to easily distinguish myself at the other places where I worked because I was "the interesting one." I was a former professional radio DJ. I had a firm grip on the entertainment industry and could be relied upon to answer the most obscure of pop culture questions. I was the music guru. I had met famous people through my former jobs and through friends. But no more. I realized that today when someone had a question that at any other job, they wouldn't have had a clue what the answer was and come immediately to me. But the person not only had some idea of what the answer was, she didn't come to me to confirm it -- she went to the person sitting next to me. Not that I minded that she asked someone else, but it was just kind of a harsh awakening to the fact that I'm no longer considered the All-Knowing Swami of Pop Culture and Media. It was reinforced when I was discussing music with the person sitting next to me and the topic wandered towards Matthew Sweet so I offhandedly mentioned that I had met him. Usually, I get a response of "ohmygod, you met Matthew Sweet? How cool is that!!!" But the response didn't come and I quickly understood why: in this industry, in this town, in this workplace, there are so many famous people that stop by or are seen or interacted with that name-dropping doesn't really have an effect like it did back East.

I am not a unique snowflake. I'm part of a damn cool and interesting blizzard though.