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Posted Apr 25, 2001
I am roadkill.
No...I am what roadkill has become
after it's been pulverized
by the tires of a hundred autos,
then picked at by the birds.
All that remains is red,
raw, and unrecognizable.
And even that
is being washed away
by the rain.
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Me and my big mouth
Posted Apr 25, 2001
Okay, so I finish typing about how slow and boring my shift gets...and poof! The gods of turmoil decide to give me a wake up call. The server for the three radio stations I care for--as in take care of, not an expression of affection--decides to take a holiday. Chaos ensues.
I have to take the computer slaves for all three stations off-line. I have a satellite program running on the news/talk AM station, no problems there, but my FM Alternative Rock station requires a bit of searching for an appropriate CD that can play until the server decides to play nice with everyone else. And the only thing I can find for my FM Top 40 station is a compilation CD of '80's hits.
Mind you, all this is happening right before the 5am hour, when things normally start to get hectic.
So the server comes back to life, (I think), and everyone but the Top 40 station have decided to wake up and go back to work. In the booth for that station my computer is going through the start up screen, over and over and over. I call the chief engineer, who decides the problem can best be solved on a full stomach.
When he finally gets in, The '80's CD I've been playing is going through it's second go at "Tainted Love" by Soft Cell. The morning girl who runs the board for the syndicated show that runs from 6-10 is having a panic attack and the engineer is at a loss as to why the computer won't stop dreaming about playing REAL music and get down to the business of WAKING THE **** UP.
I leave an hour and a half later than usual, (computer was still down), and come back tonight to the real fun...
Because the network was down for so long during the day, the other jocks couldn't download commercials to any of the stations. So now I have over 50 spots to download, (normally I'd have 10-20). And if that wasn't enough, one of the new guys was unaware that when you send MP3's of commercials to other stations in the market you have to send no more than 5 at a time or the e-mail server times out. He sent 11 at a time. Not broken up into individual MP3's, just one continuous string of adverts. So I got a note to send them out again, one at a time.
Does anyone know of a job in sewage treatment that's available?
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I could stay here forever
Posted Apr 24, 2001
I'm currently at work. I'm supposed to be... well... working. Unfortuneately, the first few hours of my job are slow, tedius, and boring--three things the gang at h2g2 are not. I've become a bit of an addict over the last couple of weeks. It's a nice place to come and let your true nature find a voice. Especially when exposing such thoughts in public would result in psychiatric evaluations or rolled eyeballs.
I'd spend more time with you, but tedium waits for no man.
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My Marvin Mood
Posted Mar 31, 2001
I am roadkill.
No...I am what roadkill has become
after it's been pulverized by the tires
of a hundred autos,
then picked at by the birds.
All that remains is red, raw,
and unrecognizable.
And even that is being washed away by the rain.
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Latest reply: Mar 31, 2001
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