Radiogurl a la Carte

Monday, Apr. 11, 2005
Mayhem O Mine

Well so far I'm striking out everywhere. What's more, a perfect stranger came into the station today, ostensibly applying for my job, and told me that I can't go.

Not, "You shouldn't go," but "You can't go."

This was a sixty-something Hispanic man I'd never met before and who hadn't been in town for long enough to really know who I was. He was supposed to want my job, not tell me not to quit. I was interviewing him for the position. It was very odd and I had a flash-moment of "who ARE you and is this a message I should be paying attention to?" It was, to be perfectly honest, more than a little fuh-reaky. Hard to explain. The guy was very personable, very polite, didn't come across as a creep or anything. It was just a weird moment.

I'm supposed to interview at least one other person later this week, and was hoping to interview a third, provided she calls back. It's the third who's most needed, as she has the computer expertise.

Boss apparently DOES think he can replace me with one person. Hey, if he can, more power to him. As I described just a small snippet of my job to the interviewee this afternoon, his eyes went wider and wider by the moment. He kept repeating, "Nobody can replace you."

I kept repeating with a smile, "Nobody's irreplaceable."

My friend from Wyoming never called back so I assume that's not going to happen either. I'm running out of cities already. I was hoping not to live in the car but I guess there are worse things. As long as I can get a car I'm good. Living out of the car is tough if you don't have a car!

I guess I should probably be upset or depressed. I'd be lying if I said I was happy about these arrangements but I can't work up the energy to be appropriately upset. Boss was on another roll today, griping because he thought I should've attended XX meeting for the news. Trouble is I also had to fix problems on XYZ machine and make a picture tutorial that shows, step-by-step, how to do absolutely everything with regard to the computers. That's EVERYTHING, baby. I'm talking about how to do a full installation-upgrade of the broadcast software, every detail of how to manage and use the billing program, how to do the maintenance and backups on the server, Linux router, and work stations, the whole schmiel. He was griping about my leaving at a few minutes after 5pm tonight, too - even though it was just to go to another meeting for work.

Oh, and I'm also obligated NOT to leave the studios unattended during regular business hours. Boss was gone during the earlier meeting. I was on the phone with everybody and their dog while he was gone. When, exactly, was I supposed to go to that daytime meeting, anyway?

Yet more reason to leave... I suppose I should thank Boss for making sure I don't feel sorry enough for him to renege on my promise to myself to get the heck out of here.

On a positive note, I did get my ring today. It's even prettier than the picture and I'm very happy with the quality. I'll be happier when I get it re-sized, but that's not exactly a priority on my list at the moment. I'm wearing it on my pinky for now. It's too big. I think it needs to be up about one size to fit my ring finger, or else sized down one to fit my pinky. I really need to put it away until it can be re-sized. I'll lose it if I'm not careful.

I guess I'd better sign off of this for the night. Before I go, I'll post my Friday finds. Yes, I'm late. I like to think of it as fashionably late.

To pick up *******: Hi will you help me find my lost puppy? I think he went into this cheap hotel room across the street.

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