And isn't it ironic...don't ya think?

Well, of all the ironies in life...

A couple of months ago I was told that I'd be doing mornings AND middays at the new radio station I work for. I'm on the air from 5:30 in the morning until 2:00 in the afternoon. It's not manual labor or even slightly difficult work but it is double the hours I was previously working for no extra money. Our morning show ends at 10:00 and while I watch my partners head home between 11:00 and 11:30, I can't help but get a little bitter...knowing that I still have a couple of hours to go.

Listen, I'm not delusional. A monkey could do my job. It's not hard. And I'm employed, which I'm extremely thankful for right now...so I hope this doesn't come off sounding too whiny. I know this is part of the due-paying process and I'm prepared to pay them diligently.

Anyways, here in Sacramento we get our ratings every three months. Our ratings tell us "how good of a job we're doing" even though the data is semi-accurate (at best). I will have you know that my midday show, is the #1 rated midday show in all of Sacramento...which is great...but it would definitely be greater if it meant I'd be getting something for it! And isn't it ironic, don't ya think?

It was still exciting. I went out to celebrate last night by taking Parker to get his doggie enema (insert sarcasm here). It had been a whole week since he had taken a dump. When he finally crapped, it came out looking like chocolate pudding (enjoy your Snack Pack today) and I dry heaved all around the outside, dog-walking area at his vet's office. Another $70 spent and all they did was stick a nozzle up his backside and squirt some liquid in him...rip off!

So I guess the moral of the story is that sometimes being #1 is only good for a pat on the back...and sometimes you're better at the things you weren't hired to do...but at least my dog FINALLY had a bowel movement!

PS - I have discovered a major problem with my Snuggie. It generates/creates more static than a damn turbine! I still like it. I still get made fun of for wearing it. It's not about the fashion my friends, it's all about the comfort.