Radiogurl a la Carte

Friday, Jul. 08, 2005

All righty then. I'm due for a slightly more comprehensive entry than yesterday's. It has been a very, very strange night - and there is something in the air telling me it isn't over yet.

My cable has been out for the past four hours, preventing me from posting my original thoughts. I'm not sure why, but something tells me to edit what I originally wrote for here. Fuh-reeeky to extremes.

First off, I'm glad to finally have the license plate for my new SUV. Well all right, technically used SUV, but it's still relatively new to me. At any rate, I'd been driving with the paper temporary tags, and those expired about 2-3 weeks ago. With that in mind, I was really not ready to tempt fate and do any driving out of town until I got the permanent plate - except for the fact that it required a drive to Globe, after work last night, to get it. As it turns out I can't make another trip now, because I'm too broke for words and don't have the money for gas, but that's another story.

When I drove to Globe to pick up the license plate, 00 was stressing over her puppy. She's still got her pit bull/bulldog hybrid female that's about 8 months old, but also has a tiny - VERY tiny - male bulldog that's really too young to be weaned. I don't know how the pup got separated from its mother, but 00 has been pouring herself into keeping the little guy alive. Unfortunately he ended up a very VERY sick puppy. While he's not doing great, she HAS kept him alive for more than a week. While there, I spent money I really couldn't afford and got a can of puppy formula so that he'd have the milk he needs without giving him the diarrhea he DOESN'T need. The puppy formula costs more than human baby formula, by a WHOLE lot!

I accomplished a fair amount of work yesterday - which is a good thing because today I got almost nothing done. We hired our new sales person and between talking with her and trying to get our fax to cooperate (it's still not working right) I didn't get much else done all day. Which means, unfortunately, that I will have to haul my butt back in tomorrow sometime. Ugh.

If all I had to do was scheduling it would be a piece of cake (and then some.) But half of my day is air shift. I allow an hour to collect show prep (my weather forecast and all the odds and ends that go on the air) and then three hours actually ON the air. Now normally I'd work on something else while on the air, which I did today; but one of my "today" projects was to convert an .mp2 file to an .mp3 so our on-air software could read it. Only way to really do that right is to do a real-time analog recording then save it as... Well, you get the idea. So my production facilities were tied up for a little more than an hour of my three-hour shift.

On-air always takes precedence, so between that and the little peripheral stuff, I didn't have much time to do anything else, especially not create a weekend's schedule.

Before my air shift was through, our current (and please, God, retiring...) sales manager started his daily phone harassment. I'm talking fifteen calls in as many minutes, sometimes. It's a progressive thing and he's driving me completely bonkers. He kept it up today for a good three hours, stopping only long enough to come into the station and give me grief because the fax wasn't working - then he promptly went home and started all over again. I know he's 82 years old and that he doesn't handle things as well as a younger person would, but is it really necessary to send a fax twenty-five times in an hour to understand that yes, the fax machine is really not working???

I finally got the thing to where it receives faxes, but it still won't send one. Grrr...

Before he left, even, someone came in from the state Agriculture department, wanting to set up a live interview so he can talk about the weed problem. Yes, it's important, by the way: non-native weeds are a significant contribution to the out-of-control wildfires that eat up so much land every summer. I gave him my business card with email and told him to figure out when's good for him, since he's got to drive over 65 miles one way to get here. I gave him the available windows of time and told him I'll work him in whenever he can get here.

Before HE left, my first interviewee showed up for the sales position and I didn't finish with the interviews until after 1pm. Meanwhile I'm juggling phone/fax crap from our outgoing sales person, trying to fix the fax, adding the new Friday night programming into today (overwriting the existing programming) and trying to fix some scheduling errors in the software. On Fridays I have to clear out at 2 because of a special program we run live every Friday. And there's no way two people can fit into the studio area now, not the way it's been built.

Lunch, you say? You gotta be kidding...

As you might have guessed by now, I have a love/hate relationship with Fridays. In theory, I should be happy, since I get out of work early. But EVERY FRIDAY ends up like this - where everybody and his brother comes into the studios. And then I still have to go back and work Saturdays, or else go back and finish up late Friday night. The only saving grace is that with our new software I only have to work about an hour (if that) when I go back in.

I was planning to write about my conversation with T last night, but think I'll back off somewhat. One thing about which we both agreed: the terrorist attacks are pushing us ever closer to an Orwellian reality. And while I certainly can't fault people for begging for safety, I can't help believing that the freedom we are sacrificing is a much higher price than our lives.

I had to edit this, sorry. Too weird even for me. Some things I refuse to post.

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 - )