Thursday, Aug. 25, 2005
The Chiropractic Earth
Whew... What a difference 24 hours makes. The earth is still tilted on its axis, but at least North is north and South is south again. I think. While little tilt is normal, this past week I think half of the planet was inside-out and upside-down.
We finally got our replacement board in at work, which I connected and we're good to go. Sadly, I think the Gentner got toasted in the lightning strike - the same machine that we'd literally just gotten back from repairs maybe two weeks (if that) before we got zapped. It was working before the strike but it doesn't look too healthy since I reconnected it to the new board. I'll try to play with it tomorrow... Not holding my breath. It would really be too bad if it's unsalvageable, because my afternoon guy had set up a high-profile phone interview and the Gentner has to work in order to put a phone call on the air. Afternoon Guy worked for months to set up this interview and now it could be kaput on the basis of the stupid lightning damage.
Talked to my boss (the station owner) today. He's been out of town for a lot of our insanity, on an extended road trip. I explained the board snafu to him and that the FCC was in this week because someone filed a complaint. We know who it was and they didn't target only us - they hit the only full-power station in town with formal complaints, too. Because of the nature of the complaint we knew it was someone else in radio - which pretty much leaves one suspect and accomplice (who we also know.) The complaint was associated with a frequency conflict for one of our translators, which we'd already been working to resolve and the FCC was aware of the fact - but the timing of the complaint was still disgusting, since we're up for license renewal.
Oh, and the complainant? There's every reason to believe it's the owner of another low-power FM here in town who can't get a soul to either listen or sponsor.
I have dealt with FCC personnel before, fortunately, so I didn't really have any freak-out moments for that little event. I walked him through the station, showed him our EAS logs, answered questions, blah blah. Still atrocious timing. The officer showed up while I was at lunch and it was on a day I wasn't feeling well. I ran home for lunch, laid down a while to try and kill the headache, and didn't get back until fifteen minutes late that day.
I was afraid my boss would come unglued about that whole mess. FCC personnel do make routine checks and they're no big deal; but when you get a complaint it's a little different matter, especially with this timing. We're pretty sure the complainant also chose the timing when he knew that my boss was out of town. I guess he didn't think I could handle alone, 'cause after all I'm just a pathetic li'l female.
To reiterate and reverse the order: I suck at the whole personal life thing, but professionally I'm together and know what I'm doing. I get thrown a curve ball, I take aim for a grand slam. I might not get that 100 percent of the time but I normally hit - and I don't normally bunt, either.
I told New Boss as much as I could remember from the FCC conversation, recounted what I'd said, etc. He wasn't thrilled but at least he wasn't upset with me. In fact, he complimented me on the fact that we were still on the air in spite of everything thrown at me in the past couple of weeks. He also said something about being glad I hadn't just thrown up my hands and walked away, ticking off the list of just business-related things that have happened the past week or so. (And that doesn't count the PERSONAL crises I was juggling the past week or so, on top of that! Of course New Boss didn't know about those and I obviously didn't enlighten him.)
00 is in slightly better spirits now. I heard from her briefly tonight and she was trying to figure out what to do with Pipeboy's stuff, since her grandparents gave her an edict to pack it out asap, on her back if necessary. Most of what's there is hers or mine; but Pipeboy has this god-awful coffee table that weighs about 500 lbs and is home to heaven only knows how many creepy-crawlies. He left his computer there, too. I don't know what else - if anything - he still has there other than maybe some odds and ends of clothing.
I'm not moving his coffee table and I am not paying to store it, either. Said grandparents can pound sand or take it up with Pipeboy. I'm footing the bill for the rest of the move as it is, added to the other expenses I have had to cover this month thanks to Pipeboy's cheating ways. I should send him a freaking bill for my services. So far this month he's cost me at least $400, which I realistically can't afford to pay.
Got a couple of brief but much-welcome messages from T today. I was hoping we could get together again soon but again with the scheduling conflicts thing. I'm tied up all weekend again this week. God only knows if or when things will settle down again. Scheduling conflicts sucketh the big one.
And someone brought up a point with me that I should probably clarify. As a rule, I loath cheating. I think it is the lowest of the low, several levels below pond scum and amoebic dysentery.
I have seen a couple of exceptions to that rule, too. While I still don't condone cheating and would rather see it handled a little differently... When someone is in a situation of physical or psychological abuse, sometimes it takes an outside involvement to effect an escape. When someone has become crippled by years of mental and/or physical torture, I cannot paint their situation with the same brush as I'd use for a serial cheater or someone who's only in it for the thrills/physicality. I lived through that particular hell and while I didn't use an affair to make my exit, I also can't arbitrarily condemn anyone who does.
And there are degrees of mental torture, too. I'm not going to address the particulars here, but suffice to say it can include any form of emotional blackmail or imprisonment (which is really the definition of abuse, in my book.)
I've got to sign off and go back to bed. I am no longer sure how coherent I am. Wenchie once told me every time I say that I make perfect sense, but from my point of view, I can't tell at the time I'm writing. I might almost as well be typing random letters into the box. It's only later I can go back and marvel at the fact that I was able to construct an entire sentence, much less a cohesive thought.
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 - )