Tuesday, Mar. 22, 2005
If you're wondering about the title, nope, I haven't found my Prince Charming. (Michael excepted, naturally.) But I set myself a limit of midnight to post an entry tonight. I have exactly 9 minutes to write and edit, so you get the unvarnished, unedited, oh-my-god-it's-typo-city version.
Pipeboy, as it turns out, did the most un-Peter-Pan-ish thing. He apparently decided to grow up. Good grief... I had made peace with the male species a while back, but this REALLY tilts my world on end.
00 was here tonight, briefly, and she and I talked for a while. They'll be getting public assistance for a month or so, but Pipeboy was offered a job as manager of a restaurant in the Phoenix metropolitan area. He's working for the local branch; but he'd also worked for 9 years for the same company in the Valley. Apparently as a worker he's consistent and reliable and has no problem understanding how to function in a business environment. (Unlike certain radio folks who shall remain nameless.)
He was offered a similar position when he was younger, but as he was lead singer in a death-metal band at the time, he had visions of superstardom and rejected the lowly position of manager. Since then, he's received a few attitude adjustments and this time he's going for it, a move I heartily approve on a few dozen levels.
With the kids planning a move to the Valley, Youngest Daughter (at least temporarily) not living here, and my job situation finally coming to a head, I am going to try - again - to plan a departure.
I've got to pack my heine up and get out while the getting's good, and this is the time. I knew a long time ago that this would be my final stint at this radio station. And while the pissing contest will be fun, and I know I said I wouldn't miss it, I think it's time to bow out.
Apparently the free members of Diaryland can't post tonight, still problems with the server. And now Holoscan is out of commission, too, so my comments link may not be working when you read. Man... It's been techhie mud-bog the past few days!
It's also time to bow out for the night. The clock on my computer just turned over to midnight. Ciao!
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )