“It's not true I had nothing on, I had the radio on.” ~Marilyn Monroe
I just asked Phil what I should say on my livejournal post and he said, "I just bit the shit outta the side of my mouth." Ha.
This is me dutifully fulfilling my role as WFNX's promotions intern. It's not my fault I ran out of stuff to do! There was only 5 people to call today. I TOLD Mike I was bored and he said "good!"
I love it here because everyone is awesome. The atmosphere is so casual and accepting and it's clear that everybody who works here loves their job.
Earlier today I went to Mike and asked him for some 311 tickets to send out to a prize winner. He told me he was worried because there wasn't enough and he started to go on and on about the tickets and I just stared at him blankly and suddenly he picks up the phone, dials a number and says, "Hey, does Jerry Harris still want those 311 tickets?" (pause) "That's gay." And hangs up.
Then I found this big weird orange blob thing wedged between the filing cabinet and a cardboard poster and I pulled it out and stuck it on my head and said, "Look Phil! It's a hat!" and he said, "I know... It's supposed to be a hat." And then I struck a pose and said "Take a picture" and while he tried to work my camera he told me this story of how the hat had gone on a road trip to a concert with some people from FNX once and so-and-so slept on it and then RIGHT as the camera clicks he mentions that it turns out they had pink eye and I threw the big orange squishy blob off of my head and ran out of the room and scrubbed my hands thoroughly. And when I came back he was like, "I'm just kidding, gosh!"
Phil and I are Facebook friends as of right now!
This is me dutifully fulfilling my role as WFNX's promotions intern. It's not my fault I ran out of stuff to do! There was only 5 people to call today. I TOLD Mike I was bored and he said "good!"
I love it here because everyone is awesome. The atmosphere is so casual and accepting and it's clear that everybody who works here loves their job.
Earlier today I went to Mike and asked him for some 311 tickets to send out to a prize winner. He told me he was worried because there wasn't enough and he started to go on and on about the tickets and I just stared at him blankly and suddenly he picks up the phone, dials a number and says, "Hey, does Jerry Harris still want those 311 tickets?" (pause) "That's gay." And hangs up.
Then I found this big weird orange blob thing wedged between the filing cabinet and a cardboard poster and I pulled it out and stuck it on my head and said, "Look Phil! It's a hat!" and he said, "I know... It's supposed to be a hat." And then I struck a pose and said "Take a picture" and while he tried to work my camera he told me this story of how the hat had gone on a road trip to a concert with some people from FNX once and so-and-so slept on it and then RIGHT as the camera clicks he mentions that it turns out they had pink eye and I threw the big orange squishy blob off of my head and ran out of the room and scrubbed my hands thoroughly. And when I came back he was like, "I'm just kidding, gosh!"
Phil and I are Facebook friends as of right now!