Saturday, July 10, 2004
A DAY OFF, FINALLY
Boy, being out of work is a tough job. I've cared for my child for the past week, giving my wife a break...and I gotta tell you, it's a tough job. But today, she's giving me the day off. Still, I'm going to take my family to the beach and bring some sand back with us. That's what always happens at the beach, doesn't it?
It's still a bit of a scary time for me, though. I talked to my mother and she shocked me a bit with those most hated words, "maybe you should think of doing something else"...HORRORS! Me? I should be one of those guys I get emails from all the time that "used to be in radio and miss the hell out of it"? I swear, everyone who had anything to do with radio and left because the money wasn't good enough or they weren't good enough says the same thing.
I started in the business because I loved what I do...my first job barely afforded me the opportunity to rent a movie once in a while. Money isn't the reason I got into the business, so it shouldn't be the reason I get out. Of course, there's a little voice in the back of my mind that says, "Look pal, you're more than just yourself now...more than just a couple with the freedom to do what you want...you have to be responsible now."
Nope. I'm sticking to it...it's only been a week. I can last about 2 more months...then, I'll have to start paying attention to that voice. But I'm still confident something will come up.
EMailed packages sent to: Gainesville, FL; Akron, OH; Raleigh, NC.
No donations yet...but it's an experiment, so people might think it's a joke. If anyone does donate, I'll let you know who and how much.
OH, ONE MORE THING! I have the dirt on what went down with the changes. I promise, when I get my "divorce papers" response, I'll clue you in. It's big...really big. Bigger than just Charleston radio...
Boy, being out of work is a tough job. I've cared for my child for the past week, giving my wife a break...and I gotta tell you, it's a tough job. But today, she's giving me the day off. Still, I'm going to take my family to the beach and bring some sand back with us. That's what always happens at the beach, doesn't it?
It's still a bit of a scary time for me, though. I talked to my mother and she shocked me a bit with those most hated words, "maybe you should think of doing something else"...HORRORS! Me? I should be one of those guys I get emails from all the time that "used to be in radio and miss the hell out of it"? I swear, everyone who had anything to do with radio and left because the money wasn't good enough or they weren't good enough says the same thing.
I started in the business because I loved what I do...my first job barely afforded me the opportunity to rent a movie once in a while. Money isn't the reason I got into the business, so it shouldn't be the reason I get out. Of course, there's a little voice in the back of my mind that says, "Look pal, you're more than just yourself now...more than just a couple with the freedom to do what you want...you have to be responsible now."
Nope. I'm sticking to it...it's only been a week. I can last about 2 more months...then, I'll have to start paying attention to that voice. But I'm still confident something will come up.
EMailed packages sent to: Gainesville, FL; Akron, OH; Raleigh, NC.
No donations yet...but it's an experiment, so people might think it's a joke. If anyone does donate, I'll let you know who and how much.
OH, ONE MORE THING! I have the dirt on what went down with the changes. I promise, when I get my "divorce papers" response, I'll clue you in. It's big...really big. Bigger than just Charleston radio...
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