I like what I do, so sue me. At the same time, I am pretty tired these days. What I feared happening while Jim was in Vegas did happen. My teeth have been cut on the wonderful world of AM transmitters. It’s the best type of education that I could ever have. Lessons have always been difficult for me to grasp via textbooks and exams. It would be great to earn college degrees through proving your self worth through other means rather than grade point averages and credit hours. At the same time, I count my blessings for the chance at doing what I am. It beats the parking booths for sure.
The KRUI install has swung into full motion. Walking into those realms was odd. My old stomping grounds. This time, I’m not coming in to just help out with the place. I am what is known as a “professional”. I’m being paid for my expertise. It’s an incredibly strange feeling, but it must be what I’ve been brought on for by George in the first place. There is something to be said for being talented and good at what you do. Apparently that applies to me. Thing is, it’s what I do. This all comes second nature to me. Broadcasting, specifically radio, is a life threatening virus. Once it’s in your system, good luck at ever beating it. Even when you’re not doing it, it’s still there, eating away at you.
I wish I could say that I’m this tired because I’ve been partying or spending time with some girl. Yeah… right… ha!