Guest Editor: Goodnight Bellerose

So, after working the door all night, then writing as many posts as my sleep-deprived mind would allow me to squeeze out today, it's time to put a lid on this very educational week of guest editing. My advice to anyone asked to do this job is this: get plenty of sleep the night before, because you'll need every minute of it.

If you've read my blog more than once, you're probably tired of my whole "I didn't go to school for this shit" rap, but it's largely the truth. I didn't. I was completely out of my element here, miles removed from my comfort zone. I'm not media-savvy, know little about Manhattan other than how to get there by train, and I couldn't give two shits about gossip. I was hardly a perfect choice for the position. Hell, I didn't even know how to post anything here until Tuesday morning.

But that's what made this week good. And who the hell cares, anyway? It's Christmas week and readership is way down, so why not talk some poor, unqualified, vacationing schlep into holding things down for a few days? It worked for them - I hope - because the work got done, and it worked for me because I had an absolute blast. For that, I have the following to thank:

  • Heather, for recommending me for this shot in the first place. I still have no idea why it occurred to her to ask me, but I sure am glad she did.
  • Chris, for being patient with all of my stupidity and for allowing me to post whatever the hell let me make my deadlines.
  • Emily and Doree, despite Emily's smartassed comments and parenthetical fake-Rob bra post. They made this week a lot easier, and I truly appreciate it.

    Thanks to all of you for not being too brutal in the comments section, although I'm sure it would've been a lot worse had people actually been working this week. I'm off to bed for the first time since Thursday morning, hoping it's a cold day in hell when I'll ever have to scan another newsreader again. Later. -Rob