A Tragic Love Story

I got to work this morning, and found out that Richard had decided to play God. He took it upon his own authority to switch the crews around. I don't think he even has the authority to do that. It's Clint and Mary's call (the big bosses). Oh well. So I was working with Steve. Steve said as we were leaving the office that we had a cake day. Thanks for the jinx. Our first job was easy enough, except for the fact that the battery on the gun died after 1 day of use. What a piece of crap. So we stopped at the office to recharge, and headed to an update (which we don't need the gun for). It turned out to be the only easy thing about the day. We went back to the office to pick up the gun, and headed back out to the first job. The rest of it was easy, except for having to set one pin. It wound up being underneath a telephone box, and so we had to put it at an offset. With the old gun that Steve has, it would have been a pain in the ass. So he decided to cheat. We put it right next to the telephone box, on the edge, at approximately the right distances. I bet it wasn't too far off anyway, but still... Off to our third job we went. We found two corners, and the information that we got about the job wasn't right. So we couldn't finish. We measured up the house and headed off to the fourth job. And we found ONE corner (and AGAIN the info wasn't correct). By this time, Steve was sick of it, so we just headed back to the office. It was almost a full day, and after working on Saturday (plus the hours that were missed from Labor Day weekend), I will have a decent paycheck next week. This week will only be so-so, of course.

But on our way to (or from) one of our jobs, we were listening to one of the local radio stations, 99X. They were doing a "Face for Radio" contest. Basically they were looking for an ugly person who would be made an honorary DJ (until they got fired) and given a DJ's yearly salary (about $250). The rules were very simply. You had to have an ugly face, and low self-esteem. Having an ugly body, deformities, etc., was just an added bonus. This is where they went too far though. One of the DJs actually said something to the effect of:

If you're so ugly and have such low self-esteem as to be suicidal, then definitely call, fax, or email us. After all, it would be good for ratings, having someone actually commit suicide on the air.

I couldn't believe that they actually said that. It was in the worst possible taste. And DJs act like this on a day-to-day basis. Not just these two, but all over the country. They call it entertainment. And some of it is. But there is definitely such a thing as crossing the line. And too many do so.

But anyway, I suppose that it's time for bed. Have a good night all. Am still plugging away on survey ideas (and ring ideas too).