I don’t get headaches very often. When I do, they really, really suck. Naturally, alcohol is the most common explanation for them, but that is something that doesn’t cross my lips very much these days. The pounding that took place in my head today was far from enjoyable. It very well could be stress.
Jim is off to Vegas for a week. If something goes wrong at the station, I’m the one under fire. If a transmitter fails, it’s all on me. Not to mention that I’m helping to look over a television translator that I couldn’t even begin to think about how it works, yet alone being able to understand if anything is remotely wrong in the first place. That guy is in Europe for a few more weeks. Tomorrow is my first, solo gig at running the Java House. The new database is being installed this week, and the guys in from Fargo are leaving tomorrow, putting it all into my hands. Some reason, I feel like I’ll have that tech support number memorized in the not too distant future.
I signed my life over to “the burb” yesterday, but I’m still freaking out about leaving downtown. Who needs a drink?