I need my Bahamavention like now already...
BLAKELEY: hey hey
CHOIRE: oh please tell me you have a video for me!
BLAKELEY: eh, no, sorry
CHOIRE: what does gawker pay you for?
BLAKELEY: have you seen that chocolate rain video on youtube?
CHOIRE: meh
BLAKELEY: anyway, i just wanted to let you know i'll be in the bahamas for the next couple of weeks with mcglynn, so if you need anything you can just ask my assistant

I started at Gawker a year ago, I have yet to take a day off. I have however worked through weekends and in January there was a period I had worked 15 days straight covering CES and AVN in Vegas. I have stayed late many nights, a few times so late that I just slept on the couches in the front of the office. I work full time Monday through Friday and I cover events after work and on the weekends. I'm not complaining, I have the best job in the world, I love my job... it's just maybe I love it too much.



All the work seems to have caught up with me and now I need to get the fuck out of here. I need a Bahamavention. (Even my choice of where to go was influenced by a subway ad on a trip to work, how sad is that?)

If Gawker is a little disfunctional family, Choire would be my Mom, sometimes a little moody but always loveable. Balk would be the authorative Father, always trying to turn work into a lesson. The other day I learned what the printing press was invented in 1436 by a 39 year old German man named Johann Gutenberg... thanks Dad, I'll use that NEVER! Emily of course would be my older sister who likes to occasionaly beat me up and give me atomic wedgies, but I forgive her because all of my friends like me cause they want to see her boobies. Josh would play the distant brother who is always out and about who may or may not be gay, secretly in the FBI or a number of other odd cult like groups, buy always down to be in a family portrait in his Sunday best. Doree is the quiet one who is always wrapped up in reading who never wants to have anything to do with the others.

In the little Gawker family I have always seen myself as the bad kid who had to go away to military school.

I am OK with that because if I had to deal with only Gawker people, I would seriously lose my mind. On days they all come into the office for 8 straight hours it's nothing but an IM gigglefest, it's like if The Teletubbies were characters in an episode of The Office.

And as much fun as it is to come in at 9am every day and scan articles from The Post for Balk, assist Josh every 2 hours with some weird ass Photoshop question, overhear Choire talk about how he "doesn't understand" any of my videos, listen to Emily's horrible chick rock for 14 year old girls that makes me want to have my period and occasionally get the most off the wall video/photoshop requests from Doree... I need to get the hell out of here! No offense guys, I love you all but this job is driving me fucking insane!

BLAKELEY: so...
CHOIRE: what do you want now?
BLAKELEY: i'll be back on the 30th, do you want me to send you an email reminder?
CHOIRE: GET THE FUCK BACK IN YOUR ROOM!
BLAKELEY: away: watching youporn for fleshbot research



And while I might not be on the masthead, I will contribute my own glamor roof shoot to rival those of both Emily and Josh.