to the douche that decided to read my journal on the radio, and announce my full name along with it:
livejournal.com/stumpytongue has become friends only. if all you have to fill your time on air is read things that someone wrote to vent for her own sanity, i am sorry for you. talking shit behind someone's back is talking shit about someone behind their back. and that's what you just tried to do. the difference? it was for you and whoever listens to your station.
you want to know the reason i no longer go to your saturday show? it's because i went two weeks in a row and there WAS no show, and i didn't get the respect of a phone call. that's unprofessional. so is not looking at information regarding a guest, when you asked for said information a week in advance. and your lack of professionalism consideration for my tank of gas frustrated me. i wasn't getting paid. and every time there was no show, and i didn't get a call (which happened about four times, total) it wasted my time and money.
yes, it was a public livejournal. but to use my full name on air in regards to said journal: you might as well have given out my address, too. i know it's not like your lowband station broadcasts to anyone outside the surrounding street block, but it's the principle. you could have just used my first name if you wanted, but you went over the line. i didn't give out your name, when i called you on your lack of preparation as a RADIO HOST, did i? and i still won't, because i have some sort of decency. you have proved to me that you do not. nobody who knows you even READS my journal: the ones who read it are in seattle. it's my way to keep in contact with them.
so what now? you can talk about me all the fuck you want. about what a bitch i am, or whatever. maybe it was all a joke, and you think i'm over-reacting. i don't really care. i was nice, and considerate, and punctual when i wasn't working. you were the bitch first, so i think i have every right. i don't get mad easy, but you fucking PISSED ME OFF.
so fuck you and your merry men, robin douche.
--jaqi
you want to know the reason i no longer go to your saturday show? it's because i went two weeks in a row and there WAS no show, and i didn't get the respect of a phone call. that's unprofessional. so is not looking at information regarding a guest, when you asked for said information a week in advance. and your lack of professionalism consideration for my tank of gas frustrated me. i wasn't getting paid. and every time there was no show, and i didn't get a call (which happened about four times, total) it wasted my time and money.
yes, it was a public livejournal. but to use my full name on air in regards to said journal: you might as well have given out my address, too. i know it's not like your lowband station broadcasts to anyone outside the surrounding street block, but it's the principle. you could have just used my first name if you wanted, but you went over the line. i didn't give out your name, when i called you on your lack of preparation as a RADIO HOST, did i? and i still won't, because i have some sort of decency. you have proved to me that you do not. nobody who knows you even READS my journal: the ones who read it are in seattle. it's my way to keep in contact with them.
so what now? you can talk about me all the fuck you want. about what a bitch i am, or whatever. maybe it was all a joke, and you think i'm over-reacting. i don't really care. i was nice, and considerate, and punctual when i wasn't working. you were the bitch first, so i think i have every right. i don't get mad easy, but you fucking PISSED ME OFF.
so fuck you and your merry men, robin douche.
--jaqi