Tuesday, Apr. 26, 2005
The Countdown Begins Early
Well, the Taurus isn't going to happen, but at this point I think that the job in Payson IS.
I hadn't done a test drive of the car nor really checked it out more than a cursory glance yesterday, as I had a whopping five minutes between the time I got out of the studio and the time I had to head for the city council meeting. I took a quick detour last night to stop by this little car lot, spoke maybe 60 seconds to the sales manager/owner, and then had to leave.
Went back today with reinforcements and checked it out, knowing up front that it at LEAST would require front tires and alignment. But when we got there I checked the mileage (185K) and the battery was dead and they couldn't even get the hood open.
Mind you, they KNEW I was coming back.
As it turned out, this is a good thing, anyway. I was counting on another few hundred dollars I'm not going to be getting. Boss told me today that Friday is my last day, not a week from Friday. That will eat into my budget. I'll survive. However, it means I have to reassess what I can do in terms of vehicle. I will still have to get something, but can't do jack until I have my washing machine sold.
Boss, on the other hand, had a network crash today. I think it was just a bad hub in the network. New girl and I will go through and trace the problem tomorrow. That will probably take most of the day, if not all. That means I'll have exactly two days to teach her how to do billing and finish up my reference tutorials and so on, when I'd counted on all of next week. After that, it's not my problem. If it wasn't for the fact that I now HAVE to sell everything this weekend, I'd shut my phone off Saturday. I will NOT answer the phone if he calls this weekend, since I'll be off his payroll.
Now about the job in Payson.
It pays a little more to start than what I'm making now. And it has benefits (which I didn't know until tonight.) Add profit-sharing into the mix and I should be making a pretty decent living. Furthermore, after talking to the owner tonight, I got an offer to help me get moved into a place there in town that's reasonably priced. He warned me it was probably not the best place to live. As he said that, I was thinking to myself, "Honey, you're talking to someone who's lived in the car and lived in places so bad that even the roaches turned up their noses and went EWWWW!!!"
He also warned me that the station is not pretty, that they haven't put anything into the structure because they are thinking of moving it to the same building as another station they own there. Sheesh - wonder if I should send him a picture of the place I'm working now? I can't imagine he'd still apologize. Besides, if it's just cluttered/dirty, I'll clean up and straighten up. It will be a pleasure, in fact, especially considering I don't have that option where I am now. Boss goes ballistic on anyone who attempts cleaning the place up.
There are a lot of other reasons I decided to do this, but having a viable living, in an area where I can realistically LIVE on that, is a huge bonus. So is having free rein to run the place. No more night meetings required, either. No more 80 hours a week and hopefully no more disrespect.
Another nice detail - I can go to work as soon as I get there, so don't lose any income at all. If I could be there tomorrow they'd put me to work tomorrow. And they're doubly happy over something I hadn't thought of. They'd been wanting a female voice for a long time but couldn't find anyone with a decent voice, much less radio experience. This is the first radio job I've ver gotten on reputation alone, without the owners even hearing an audition CD/tape.
So the funny thing is - I got the job without them ever hearing my voice other than on the phone!
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 - )