Thursdays

So, yeah. I hate Thursdays. Like Jason Brown hates Clowns. Anywho, so yeah. Today was a classic example of a Thursday. I woke up late, and ran to work. after that, i realized that i was out of coffee. the good stuff, and all that the station had was some half caff nonsense, i don't know. And then i called Kristi to make sure she wasn't sick or anything, and she says she is on her way. not ten minutes later, i get a voicemail, as my phone gets no signal in the studio, and wouldn't you know it, Kristi's car broke down on the side of the road. i call her back, (which requires going outside) and she says she might have a ride, maybe not. i freak out, and go into what i like to call "instinctive batman" mode, and i call everyone i need to call, but for some reason, i do this in a low sort of growl, and it was very batman-ish. well, i couldn't get ahold of the backup, so we get ready to air yesterday's show, and with 20 minutes to go, Kristi strolls in. so, we get ready to do the show live, and with seven minutes to go, we have a quick power outage. great. anyway, we get the computers back up and running. and do the show. That's the kind of day that I'm having. it's not over, not by a long shot. How do you guys handle days like that?

Something Was/Is Off.

So, today I had the privilege of running sound in our Early Traditional Communion service. I love the Old Folks, i love being Blessed by taking communion from John Coomer (My Yoda, because everyone needs a Yoda). But something was missing. and i realized what it is. Dean. Dean Maggard. Dean was the greeter/communion setter-upper. He died last week. Dean had this voice, it was a great old fashioned radio voice, kind of like a John Houseman meets James Earl Jones thing. It wasn't the 8:15 without Dean saying at least Hi. He always had something nice to say. I'm going to miss him. more than i can adequately describe. His funeral is Monday, and it will be one of if not the hardest funeral that i have ever done. if you get second or two, Pray for Kittye, his wife. she was also generally awesome, and his longtime partner in crime. i can't imagine what she is going through right now. Also, if you don't mind, i'll take a few prayers if you don't mind, because like I said, the one's gonna be tough. But through all of this, I need to remember that God is good, all the time.

creepy

ok, so i have this recurring night mare,
a midget clown is chasing me with a cartoonishly large knife, and i can't escape not matter what i do sometimes i stand and fight, sometimes i just keep running, but i never make it he always stabs me and then i wake up
If anyone has any ideas, let me know.
i tried Googling it, but i only came up with generic stuff about the clown being a stranger. Seriously, if anyone can help, that would be great. Thanks.

Starting Today, just as an experiment, i am going to document all the time that i spend on hold or talking to customer service people, just because i can. today, i have spent a total of 32 minutes with one company, and will try another line, hoping to get a real person.
wish me luck.