Thursday, Aug. 18, 2005
Argh... Every time I've started an entry for this diary, life has interrupted. Or else the @#$#%^ wireless connection goes to pot. I'm still at work for another forty minutes, and we have a wireless connection here.
I use the term "connection" only in the widest sense. It connects sporadically at best, and cuts out at the worst times. I've run up against deadlines where I couldn't get programs or spots downloaded timely. I know I don't ever want this at home.
Yesterday wasn't quite as long as Monday and Tuesday, though it was its own pain in the posterior. We finally got the replacement control room main board yesterday. Or we got what was sent as a replacement, anyway. It bore absolutely no resemblence to what we were supposed to get. We're supposed to get a board with sliding faders as shown first, below. What we got INSTEAD was the second version, which is a tiny (extremely so) board with knobs that are literally the size of thimbles, and has fewer outputs - ergo, we can't run everything we need to run using the crappy board they sent. There's no way on earth you can manage an air shift and try turning those things, not to mention the fact that it has no cue options and no way of glancing to know if any one pot is on the air or not.
So until about 4:30 yesterday afternoon I was burning up the phone lines trying to get what we WERE supposed to have. Trouble is, out of the twenty suppliers I called, nineteen of them told me that they were on backorder. Which, to me, translates into, "These suckers are being discontinued." But we finally did find one supplier with retail outlets and he found ONE unit at one of the retail places. It's being shipped to us and we're returning the travesty that the dingbat locale tried passing off to us. While my boss ordered it and isn't here to defend himself, we're pretty darned sure that he ordered the right board and supplier decided to ty and pull a fast one.
That left me less than half an hour to get the heck out of here, buy something western, change, and get to the Chamber of Commerce shindig.
Oh, and to buy something western for my saleslady, too.
Here's the deal: the world's oldest continuous rodeo is in town this weekend. It's a huge deal locally and the COC is involved heavily with its promotion. If you showed up for this meeting sans western garb, you got put in a wheeled jail on site and had to stay there until your fellow chamber members posted enough to make your "bail." Which would've been a heck of a lot more expensive than just buying the western gear. (The money goes to the MDA, by the way.)
So again, I'm dead on my butt, but at least I got a lot done already. Tomorrow, barring catastrophe, should be a very light day for me. I've finished up the majority of the weekend schedule already, have our weekend programs in and set to go. When my Friday afternoon guy shows up at 1:30 tomorrow I'm going to be outta here like a bat out of hell.
I am debating whether or not to actually go to the rodeo this weekend. I know it'll be fun, but I'm about to keel over and I've still got a buttload of housework to do. I wish I could say I've got a hot date, but between T's schedule and my schedule of late, I don't know when we'll catch up again.
00 might conceivably come up here for the weekend. If she does, great, and I might take her to the rodeo. But I'm well on my way to being flat broke all over again, between helping the kids out, the extra trips out of town. With gas at $2.50+ per gallon and expected to keep climbing, those road trips are going to have to become fewer and further between.
Well, it's nearly time for me to go home. I got a lot done today; let's hope that it is a nice, quiet night. I have to do laundry; beyond that I plan on going the purely vegetative route all night, plunking in front of the television or curling up with a book, whatever it takes to kick back and put on airs of humanity.
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 - )