Unbelievable stench
That's really not the way to begin a thought, but I can't control these things right now. So I've made another interesting step forward in the career department, which I'd like to document. I've discovered that it is bad for my career to become indispensable to 50 year old men. You see, this is the thing, and I hope you write this down: the key to radio is to not adopt a routine. The less you work, the cooler you become. It's sort of like cutting class in highschool, but in this case your success depends on your ability to not be an office stooge. I'm turning into the Sunday morning office stooge. If only these long-serving experienced broadcasters would shake their hairy butts in the direction of technology once in a while, I wouldn't be in this fix. But as it is, I'm the only one who can set up the printer, and fix the sound board, and apparently I'm also the only one skilled enough to call the engineer. Does my old broadcaster friend actually pre-date the phone? It's possible, and I'm thinking from his announcing style that it's not at all unlikely. Aw I'm kidding, I love him of course, I just wish he'd leave the f-bombs out of his rants, not to mention his memos. These old guys can get away with anything. If I did that I'd be canned in 8 seconds. Thankfully that's the longest you need to stay on the bull. After that point I can respectably bee-line away from the studios and into deepest darkest Northern Canada. Ahh Northern Canada, where the CRTC sees all, but doesn't quite care enough to reach out and grab you by the frozen nuts when you screw up.
Actually I've completely romanticized the North, and all I want to do is go there, where I can wear lots of layers. And you'd have to have pretty sharp eyes to justify the comment "nice bounce, lady". Pretty damn sharp eyes. Yes, it's been almost a week and I'm still complaining about my run-in at Metrotown with the homies. And sadly, it's the "lady" part that really got me annoyed. Go women's lib!
My final comment is that I found this guy on here who I added to my "friends" list just because. I think I'm going to start doing that now. I think he went to school with my sister, and I know he was the one who was on the tv there. I'm trying to practice cultivating awkward situations, what, that's a useful life skill, stop staring at me with your searching eyes! Plus he seems to have no entries so my page won't be endlessly arsed up with meandering crap about girlfriends' birthdays and the SATs.
I've done it Jonelle, I've created the perfect zero-maintenance friend! It's more rewarding than you might think. Speaking of which, want to go to a fondue party next weekend? Me neither, that's why you're coming. I've put you on notice, so you can't say no. It's at L-L's new condo, you know, she's an accountant now... yearp. I'm going to wear a big apron, that way when I pour hot cheese down my front in an effort to end my own life halfway through the evening the damage won't be too permanent. Hey, anybody else want to come to a fondue party? I promise to go nuts, could be good.
Actually I've completely romanticized the North, and all I want to do is go there, where I can wear lots of layers. And you'd have to have pretty sharp eyes to justify the comment "nice bounce, lady". Pretty damn sharp eyes. Yes, it's been almost a week and I'm still complaining about my run-in at Metrotown with the homies. And sadly, it's the "lady" part that really got me annoyed. Go women's lib!
My final comment is that I found this guy on here who I added to my "friends" list just because. I think I'm going to start doing that now. I think he went to school with my sister, and I know he was the one who was on the tv there. I'm trying to practice cultivating awkward situations, what, that's a useful life skill, stop staring at me with your searching eyes! Plus he seems to have no entries so my page won't be endlessly arsed up with meandering crap about girlfriends' birthdays and the SATs.
I've done it Jonelle, I've created the perfect zero-maintenance friend! It's more rewarding than you might think. Speaking of which, want to go to a fondue party next weekend? Me neither, that's why you're coming. I've put you on notice, so you can't say no. It's at L-L's new condo, you know, she's an accountant now... yearp. I'm going to wear a big apron, that way when I pour hot cheese down my front in an effort to end my own life halfway through the evening the damage won't be too permanent. Hey, anybody else want to come to a fondue party? I promise to go nuts, could be good.