Thursday, Jun. 09, 2005
Being Berry Berry Good
Guess I'm getting lazy in my old age. I am only posting an entry - such as they are - about every two days. I ended up working late tonight, trying to fix our phone connection. We are supposed to be able to put a caller on the air, but the connections aren't working like they should - I have no clue why. I don't know if the Gentner went south, if it's something in the general wiring at the office, or what.
Essentially, whenever you try to put a caller on the air you get feedback. Massive feedback, in fact. It ain't pretty. I know in general what's causing it (the caller's audio is looping back to them) but so far haven't found the right configuration to fix the problem. So there I sat this afternoon, manual in hand, swearing a blue streak at this darned thing.
See, I swore up and down I wouldn't do anything remotely involved in engineering - which this essentially is. I do computers. I don't do phone lines or radio engineering. Not because I can't learn. I normally just refuse because I don't WANT to know. The instant I know, it becomes my job.
On the other hand, this by rights should be a no-brainer. Then again, so should the stupid computers that kept driving me nuts this morning. (Something for which I think Art will vouch for since he was listening for at least part of the morning.) And in reality I don't want to be held hostage by any technology that doesn't work when it's supposed to. I guess bottom line, I need to know how the darned thing works.
I still like my job but will be very glad to get the new software installed. What I'm using now is not pro software; it's something designed for a weekend party deejay, someone who's only programming maybe four or five hours of music, tops. When you're programming for radio broadcast it's considerably more complicated and it takes several hours to do what I should be able to do in minutes. Then during live programming hours it won't pause so I can @#$%^& get to talk.
I have had to voice entirely too many commercials and PSA's (public service announcements) lately so was glad when Doc ambled in this afternoon. I shanghaied him and made him record something quick for me. He's a part-timer in the radio biz and a real sweetheart. And he owes me, bigtime. (And knows it.) He wanted to know if I could pull some old news contacts to see if the scuttlebutt was right and one of the college-board idiots resigned. I honestly spaced it off and forgot to call during business hours but may try to call a friend tonight and see what I can find out.
This is still going to be a short entry. Dinner's done and I'm going to go kick back for a while and relax so hopefully I actually go to BED at bedtime tonight, rather than my recent reversion to insomnia spurred on by reading, writing, and the like!
Summer's finally about to arrive though - we're due for 90º-plus weather next week. It's the right time of the year for it. We'll have the heat until the monsoons hit, probably around the first week of July or thereabouts.
Oh yeah - this weekend I'm going to try to visit the Strawberry Festival in the community of Pine-Strawberry. I don't even like strawberries but I promised. I think I'm being accepted into the community pretty darned well - I had some guests show up this morning, people I'd met once before, to talk about the festival - and when they left, both of 'em gave me a hug. Probably not 100 percent professional but given the choice between hugs and professionalism I'll take the hugs almost any day.
Sunday is all-day music and they've dubbed it the Strawberry Jam (what else?) Local musicians - guess I'd better go check 'em out, because they've got ties to the radio station, too.
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 - )