Why is it that everyone can't stick to ONE networking site/tool/method/doohicky?
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No, I haven't memorized your phone number.
Or your e-mail address.
Or which networkin Facebook you belong to.
Or who's MySpace top 24 you're in.
If I haven't talked to you in a while...it's probably because I CAN'T REMEMBER HOW.
Here I sit, enjoying a Mediterranean chicken salad, a glass of 2002 pinot moir, with classical music drifting through the room.
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I'm sure that sounds too sophisticated or snobbish to be the Spam that you know...so maybe it would help to add that I'm sitting here in my underwear and my place is a serious mess. Oh, and the salad came from Wendy's.
The wine drinking is a new thing. I've never been much of a wine drinker, and I'm especially new to drinking red wine. However, it seems like a good idea to unwind in this way after a day of work at a place that takes pleasure in belittling me for eight hours, and red wine is supposed to be beneficial to those with elevated cholesterol levels or high blood pressure. I've been thinking a lot about the fact that my little brother had a very serious heart attack at the age of 29, and I'm definitely in worse shape than he was at the time (aside from the amount he smoked), so it's time to take some steps. Who knows, I might even start...yes, WORKING OUT. (gasp here)
Made it out to Alchemy last night for the first time in ages.
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It was a good thing.
I saw most of the people I hoped to see. But not Zooom. Rat bastard.
I shall do it more often.
Speaking of which, I have my ticket for the VNV Nation show on June 16th. Yay.
|Mood:|| beat up|
This week at work was as shitty as it gets. Two people who have been plotting against me for the longest time (I'm not paranoid...my boss has been telling me about it, but refused to do anything about it) finally found a way to get me demoted. I am now taking orders from them. After 6.5 years of giving everything I have to that place, I've been reduced to entry-level work. I'm a production guy, but now I don't produce ANYTHING. I don't know why, but people at WPGC treat me as an outsider and are quick to blame me for anything that happens and throw me right under the bus--even before they consider whether or not I had anything to do with the instance. Maybe it's because I'm the last leftover from the old HFS, but I'll tell ya, if I wasn't half black, this would clearly and easily look like racism. I will continue to be the bigger person in all of this, and I will carry myself respectably until I can get the hell out of there.
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Speaking of which...I have a job interview this Monday. Wish me luck, I need this. It's not what I want to be doing, but it's still in my field, and it's a great opportunity.
Since my workplace has turned into such a negative part of my life, I've resolved to spend as little time there as possible, and I'm succeeding. This will seem impossible to those of you who have known me for any length of time, but I am not there at night or on the weekend anymore. You'd think that all this free time would be a huge gift to me, but it's made me realize a few things that really bother me. I have no life. I never have anyone to do anything with. I can never find anything fun to do. I can't even think of what I WISH I wanted to do.
Okay...it's been three years(?!) since my first and only LiveJournal post. I'm going to give this another try.
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Things you might already know:
- Still living in Lanham, MD.
- Barely missed out on a job in Las Vegas last month.
- Still working for WPGC 95.5 and El Zol 99.1 and Heaven 1580.
- The new HFS in Baltimore still swears they're about to hire me back.
- Doing tons of work for free (?!) for the new HFS while I wait.
- I've gained back the weight I lost in 2003-2004 with Atkins.
More news as it breaks...
Whee, it's the start of my very first livejournal. Nobody even knows it exists yet, and I'm not even sure why I've wanted to start one...but whatever, we'll see where it goes.
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Ugh, time to stop avoiding the pile of work that's been chasing me...