My temporary crazy work schedule threw a kink in our Tuesday night love affair. You had to move to Thursday, and I had to move to the morning shift. Our burning embers of passion hardly stood a chance against the insurmountable odds.
But now, here we are. Less than a week away from my triumphant return to my dayside newscast and the same working hours as the rest of the western world. And you, I always knew you'd be there - waiting for me on Thursdays with your funny circa 1992 wired glasses and your Assistant Regional Manager, er, Assistant to the Regional Manager title.
I don't know how to celebrate this triumphant occasion.
Perhaps the Time Warp would be the only appropriate action...
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