Just one of those weeks...

On the morning show I do, we have a stunt guy named Juan Valdez. His job is to act like a moron and make people laugh. We sent him out on Friday with some High School Musical on Ice tickets and just because I think it's funny...here's a picture I took of him before he left to go out on the streets.

And speaking of work, here's a common misconception about radio personalities: that we lead very exciting and glamorous lives. The truth is that it's 8:36 on a Saturday night and I have no where to go, no one to hang out with. It's a lot lonelier than I ever thought it could be. I've lived here for 8 months and of course I've met some people...but I'm a homebody who likes being domestic...I miss having friends come over for drinks, dinner and movies on the couch. I miss sleep-overs and playing board games. Maybe it's the absence of the significant other that's left a gaping whole...a void...that I can't seem to fill. Or maybe it's just time to grow up and understand that in life you have to make sacrifices. I sacrificed the familiarity of home for the pursuit of a radio career. After four years, I still get homesick...especially on nights like tonight.

Anyways, speaking of the (ex) significant other...he's coming up here tomorrow to watch the Super Bowl. I have mixed feelings about it. We split up almost one year ago. Then a few weeks ago we spent Christmas and New Year's together which made me realize that we're past the point of no return...or so I thought. Then he started expressing an interest in coming to this Super Bowl Party with me. It's at a place called Center Court with an ex-NBA player named Chris Webber (he owns the restaurant). Anyways, I'm taking him to this event tomorrow, that I have to go to for work, which means he's going to meet all of my co-workers and he will officially exist in my "new life" in Sacramento. Up until this point, he's only been relevant in the context of my "old life" which was the life I had in Modesto. It's a bizarre collision...the past and the present. I don't know yet if taking him to our Big Game Party tomorrow is a smart idea. It could either go well...or...not well.

And to be completely honest, I have very selfish reasons for wanting him to come. For those of you who don't know, my ex is a male model. Not like an Armani underwear model...but like a McAfee Anti-Theft File Protection box model. Don't believe me? Check this out:

That's him. Walk into any Best Buy and you can pick up the box and see for yourself. He's also done work for GNC, Men's Wearhouse, Blue Marlin and a few other companies. Anyways, the point of all this is that the people I work with probably think I'm lying when I tell them what he does so I figure if he comes with me tomorrow, I can finally prove to everyone that I'm not making this stuff up. I can prove that he does exist and that, in fact, the chubby radio girl really did used to get it on with a hot tamale. I told you it was selfish. I'll let you know how it goes tomorrow.

Plus, I need to have a little fun...the past couple of days at work have royally sucked. I've had run-ins with rude callers (plural, as in there have been multiple), my boss, another co-worker and of course, then there's the information I learned about my roommate (see last post for that story)...so needless to say it's just been one of those weeks.

Go Steelers.