I broke the radio station on Tuesday without knowing it until Wednesday. Es no bueno.
I got a phone call at 6 am that something was wrong. Naturally, I got up and headed in. But, no.............
Fucking snow. Seriously, big hurry. Gotta fix it! Stupid snow.
Well, I finally got to the station at 6:45 and spent roughly the next 6 hours or so working on the problem. Turns out I'm a dumb fuck and imported the wrong file.
Long story short....I fixed it. Also, I've been working a lot. I'm really tired.
If I had a life, I could tell you about how much I've been working. As I'm writing this, I'm waiting for games to finish up so I can write, record, and edit a sports segment for tomorrow's morning drive.
My boss gave me some helpful tips on how to not suck so bad on the radio. So did my mom. I guess I'm pretty awful? Well, they keep paying me..........................
According to one co-worker, I have a face for TV. Clearly they didn't understand why I'm in radio.
The Hawks are losing 3-0, I should get back to work.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
I...I....I'm still alive!
In My Life
So, I'm now working full time in radio. I'm the production coordinator/operations manager/producer - yeah, I wear three hats.
Well, what that really means is I drink a lot of coffee. Seriously, a lot.
I'm hunting down a new car...or, new to me. I'm debating buying another piece of shit (see: poop) so I can buy a bike (read: motorcycle) in the spring. But, it would be nice to have a car that doesn't blow goats (think: Red Wings).
I finally got a new guitar! I'm rockin' a Fender Nashville Deluxe Telecaster, her name is Charlie,.....which I plan on whoring out with some Lindy Fralin pick-ups (really expensive things to make the guitar sound cool). I also got a Dunlop CryBaby (think: T.O.), to make the guitar sound cool. Too.
Bottom line: I work. Finally.
Da Coach
She plays something....maybe it's with something....I dunno...I forg......
Everyone else
The lack of posting and the lack of your yelling at me for lack there of has led me to remove your sections unless you cry about it.
So, I'm now working full time in radio. I'm the production coordinator/operations manager/producer - yeah, I wear three hats.
Well, what that really means is I drink a lot of coffee. Seriously, a lot.
I'm hunting down a new car...or, new to me. I'm debating buying another piece of shit (see: poop) so I can buy a bike (read: motorcycle) in the spring. But, it would be nice to have a car that doesn't blow goats (think: Red Wings).
I finally got a new guitar! I'm rockin' a Fender Nashville Deluxe Telecaster, her name is Charlie,.....which I plan on whoring out with some Lindy Fralin pick-ups (really expensive things to make the guitar sound cool). I also got a Dunlop CryBaby (think: T.O.), to make the guitar sound cool. Too.
Bottom line: I work. Finally.
Da Coach
She plays something....maybe it's with something....I dunno...I forg......
Everyone else
The lack of posting and the lack of your yelling at me for lack there of has led me to remove your sections unless you cry about it.
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