Wednesday, Sept. 22, 2004
Chicken Little Forecast
I will be glad when 5 o'clock hits tonight. I still have to work after that but at least I hope to be mixing business with pleasure. Boss is out of town and I'm doing the afternoon on-air news again. I do most of the time now, anyway, so it's not a big deal. The only real difference is that because Boss is gone, it's a lot quieter at the studios and things get done.
Tall Guy will be here at 5 and we'll be working late, going to make some changes to system backup procedures, then he's going to take me home after work. Hopefully I don't fall asleep during all of this, given that this makes the third straight night I'll be working late. I'm only working 12-14 hours a day the past few days, so I don't know why I am this tired. I used to work up to 18 hours a day and while I can't say I did great, I wasn't as exhausted as I am right this moment. I must be getting old.
Everyone has encouraged me to go for it, to let Tall Guy know one way or another what's going on behind my carefully-constructed facade. I plan on it, just can't figure out exactly how. I can't exactly say, "Oh yeah, what I told you before? All of that applied right up until I met you." Well, maybe I can, but I am not sure how he'd react. He'd probably look at me like I was certifiable.
Come to think of it, that's fine, since on days like this I feel certifiable.
But given that he'll be going to another job in the immediate future, I guess I need to drum up a modocum of courage and convince it to do something to help me out tonight. I have asked guys out before, point-blank, but I really don't want to do that in this case, for any number of reasons. I've never been turned down, and I don't know that Tall Guy would say no. It just doesn't feel right for this situation. This whole scenario is a departure for me. I have a couple of ideas, a couple of things I want to say. I just have to decide out how to say them without letting them sound too contrived. Face it, how many lame pickup lines are there out there? I don't want visions of a lounge lizard flitting before his eyes!
Argh... I have to prep the weather report, then go on the air. Hopefully I'll be back either later tonight or sometime tomorrow to let you know how things went. And hopefully I won't chicken out again.
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 - )