This little downtown apartment situation of mine borders on comical. As we've been over previously, it took a little longer than planned to hire a new person to replace me at work. We were going into November ratings and Mina had only been here a week, so I offered to stay a few weeks and help out with November. The only problem: my apartment lease was up and the place had already been rented. So the station agreed to put me up downtown for my last weeks in Cincinnati.

"What a way to go out."
The funny thing is that the rent on this place is probably several hundred bucks a month more than the places I've lived for the last four years. Temporary corporate housing like this, while not extravagant by any means, strikes me as being for people far more important than me. People who wear like suits and stuff to work. Friends at work have advised me to have multiple parties and totally trash the place before I leave. What a way to go out.

After having had a whole floor of a house for the last year, it's a bit small in here, but I like it. I've met a few nice neighbors. There's a guy I've met at the small gym a couple of times who's a mutual fund manager for a Cincinnati financial company. It's an S&P index fund with a twist: it aims to track the performance of the index while investing only in companies that treat their employees, communities and the environment well. He says there's nobody else doing quite the same thing with an index fund. Sounds cool. He also runs marathons.

"Guess what I forgot to do..."
I totally screwed up at work yesterday. I finished off a :30 second spot for our sweeps story running Thursday at 11pm. But here's the deal: when you finish a spot it has to be dubbed to tape and delivered to master control where they copy it into the computer system that plays the commercials on the air. If you don't do that (and certain other people fail to do their jobs) very bad things happen like a spot for last week's story getting on the air. Guess what I forgot to do... and what happened during our 5:30 newscast. Think it's possible to get fired from a job extension you volunteered for?

Another cool thing about living downtown. I've been walking to work. Not like I have much of a choice, but it's a great way to start the day. Instead of getting to work still yawning and trying to wake up, I'm totally awake and ready to go. The station's on top of a hill overlooking downtown, which makes for an invigorating trip up a few hundred vertical feet of stairs at the very end of the walk.