Radiogurl a la Carte


Unlike Dangerspouse's wife, I am not one of those people who is immune to the effects of illness. The past few days hit me hard and I stayed home from work for two days.

However, after two days of babysitting my 7-month-old granddaughter all day despite being sick, I figured it couldn't possibly be any tougher to go to work, particularly since I knew in advance that I'd be in the office all day, working on computers. It was also knowing if I didn't go in today, I'd be working 18 hours a day every day next week. Not my idea of a good idea.

I guess that thinking it couldn't be worse is tantamount to saying, What else could go wrong? because I certainly found out what could go wrong. And the answer was LOTS.

One annoying detail - not the end of the world but a pain in the butt - spent better than an hour and a half looking for a piece of software to load onto the one working machine. Mind you, this is a radio station with a library of nearly 10,000 songs. The average radio station has a library of 900-1500, but nooooo... my boss is a music pack rat. If it was ever put on vinyl, CD, or tape, we have it. As a result, when a software CD comes up missing and we rule out everything else, we start digging through our music archives.

Finally, when my eyes refused to focus, I threw up my boss and told my hands I couldn't find it. Then I threw up my hands and told my boss, too. He was none too thrilled but said he'd just get another copy. At several hundred dollars a pop, it wasn't something I wanted on my head, but I was close enough to dead from the flu I figured they could just add it to the cost of my funeral and collect it from my kids. It would be poetic justice, after all the times I've had to bail them out.

Took me about ten minutes to get home, driving by the Braille method (hit the reflector bumps on one side of the road, then move over until you hit the bumps on the other side). Crawled in through the door and had a message waiting - boss called and said with a disgusting measure of cheer, "I found it! Good thing it wasn't a bear!"

Wanna bet it wasn't?

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 - )