Work Hard | Play Hard

There is something bittersweet about having a last blast with co-workers. As my department has been dismantled person by person, project by project, I've come to realize that the reason I am sad and nostalgic is because of my investment. I've invested my time in the daily interactions with these people for the last 19 months. I've seen my co-workers more than family, friends and boyfriends.
They are the people I confide in, get advice from, gripe to, and feel tightly bound to. We eat, drink, think, travel, socialize, and troubleshoot together. Everyday.
These people have made it all worth it; the extreme chaos that we have fumbled through together, and the magnificent product that we have created in the process - all created from our tenacious talents, blood, sweat, tears, sleepless nights, hungry tummies and burned out retinas.
I believe that the pride and comradery that we feel as we say our farewells stems directly from the feeling of working as a team and accomplishing so much together.
So let us raise our Jager Shots in salute of the craziest, perverted, good-humoured, dynamic and talented bunch of misfits, whom accomplished the production/post of 6 seasons of fists and fury within a single year!

No man is an island,
Entire of itself
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main