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Poor Saharia. She was totally out of it. Alcohol, it can be fun and usually is. I indulge, almost daily. .



I fear that the morning brought total and utter misery to poor Saharia.

I knew today was going to totally suck. It lived up to my complete expectations. The fucktards I work with will not listen to me, so, it only gets worse from there.



New fifty station phone system is cut live at 10 a.m. Does it work? Fuck NO!



Auto attendant is supposed to answer all the calls, and let people choose from a menu. What do you get when you call the station? "Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring.....Please enter the extension you wish to speak with......"



OK! Strike one.



We have live call in shows, as stupid as they are (yes, i said stupid, and it's true) from 8 to 8:15. This one is a birthday/anniversary program. No test for that until in the morning.



1 to 1:30 pm is a program called Trading Post. People buy, sell and trade their shit on the air live.



The phone system is supposed to FLIP menus at 8 a.m. and 1 p.m. to offer menu option 1 for birthdays/anniversaries, then at 8:15 flip back to a normal menu, with no option for that program....same with the "Trading Post but at 1:30."



Oh telephone company? Please? Bend my ass over a barrel, shove a huge fucking dildo in there and ream me until I wanna kill something. They did.



1 p.m. rolls around, menu won't flip, auto attendant won't answer calls! The phone system explodes, and NOT in an orgasmic kind of way. (thank you WolfintheMyst, perfect description)



The phone company people look at each other going "WTF? I DUNNO? WTF?" So, they call ESI (maker of the hardware) and they go "WTF? I DUNNO? WTF?"



As Requiem so properly puts it "CHRIST ON TOAST IN A CROCKPOT!"



The staff, can't make nor take calls. My office is 100 feet from the front of the door, but, can they walk all the way down the hall to inquire? FUCK NO!! They call me on my fucking CELL PHONE, when they are 100 feet away! Lazy fucktards.



Not to mention, I have now engineered the entire audio from the phone line to work like a REAL radio station, for the first time in 50 years. Yet, they can't follow simple instructions.



1. Take the handset off the cradle, set it on the counter

2. Push the broadcast button on the telephone interface

3. Push the ON button on the fader that is the telephone

4. DO NOT TOUCH THE PHONE AFTER DOING STEPS 1 TO 3

5. Calls will just Queue up, use the NEXT button to take next call.



WTF do the on air people do after demonstrating this process 5 times for each one of them? Push the fucking SPEAKERPHONE button! "DUDE! That is NOT going to put the caller on the air. NOT ANYMORE! We fucking DISCUSSED THIS!!"



After 12 hours at the station? I said fuck it. Problems? "Fuck YOU, nobody is listening, I'm going home, I'll deal with it tomorrow since nobody is listening to me anway."



(At this point? One of my very good friends on VR, one who SO LOVES her SHOES came to mind. Yes, we talk)



"If you people don't start listening to me, I'm going to gouge your fucking eyes out with sharp objects. Have a great night, see you at 4 a.m. tomorrow."



Ah, what a great way to end a 12 hour day........

I think Mooniepie knocked me up! Fucked up isn't it?



I mean, here I am a guy, suddenly craving Miracle Whip, cheese and onion sandwiches.



And there was NO SEX!



:::Frustrating:::





LOL

I was sitting at my transmitter site today. Apparently, the people at the station for some reason, believed that going off the air was a bad thing.



Alas, no issues arose, however, I had to sit for about 2 hours, because the staff keep saying "It ONLY goes off the air a the very top of the hour!" Idiots that they are.



Anywhooooooo



I had just spent some time, visiting with WolfintheMyst. She got busy, and was going to be gone for awhile.



"What to do? What to do?" I ask myself. I'm bored, sitting there, listening to the boring, mindless drivel the afternoon jocks are spouting, when, it hits me.



SPAM Requiem! I knew she was at work, and probably busy, so I began.



For twenty minutes, I sent mindless, meaningless information to her IM such as......



:::Listens to the news::: Oh wow, that dude can blow himself? That's interesting....Helluva deal



I figured she had to be busy, she never responded to the first piece of crap that I sent to her.... Heh



Alas, my scroll on my phone went back for a good....twelve inches, had it been written out on paper.



Then.......Requiem arrives, and, if I remember right, something to do with Christ and toast appeared.



I found this amusing. From her response? I believe she did as well.