Haphazard admissions
Well, I am getting ready to go to Chicago for a mini-break. My flight leaves at around nine this evening, so I will arrive at the peak of Friday night. My hope is that the city will be crowded and rockin’ like San Francisco is when the weekend infiltrates the night.
In other news, I have been suffering from odd neck pains and fatigue so I headed to the doctor earlier in the week. She is testing me for mono and strep. The irony of me getting mono living alone in Missouri after overcoming 13 roommates in the last five years along with four years of college will be unbelievable.
This week I have continued to get three or four phone calls a day from people thinking I am K104 radio station. I finally called the station today, letting them know of my little issue. He apologized and the guy said he would make sure the staff is giving out the right number. I think people just get their 7’s and 1’s confused and end up talking to me instead of begging some cocky radio announcer to play their favorite song.
Now I am going to make a confession and tell you a story about how lying is wrong and you should never do it. I was telling some co-workers about this stream of excited radio fans calling me and they said I should pretend to be the station. Tell the caller they were lucky caller number 104 or something. I laughed it off.
Then I got a call one boring Tuesday morning at work…
“Is this k104?” A man with a southern accent asks me.
I pause.
“Yeah,” I answer. (Ok, so I had to make a split second decision and thought, this will be fun.)
“Ok, well I would like to request a song,” he says.
“Ok?” I say unclear about what they heck I am doing. (I am a terrible liar)
So he goes on to name a few songs he wants to hear and I tell him no problem. Then he goes on to tell me what a hard day it’s been because he really misses his wife. He tells me how much he appreciates this because these were his wife’s favorite songs and well, she is gone now and it would make his day to hear them.
(Crap. Crap. Crap.)
“Sir, this isn’t the radio station,” I confess in an apologetic manner.
“Oh, I am sorry,” he says and then hangs up.
A few minuets went by and then I called him back. I told him how I have been getting all these calls and thought it would be funny to pretend. I said how sorry I was for making it up and that he should try and call the real radio station so he can get his songs played. He was really nice, like too nice, and thanked me for calling him back. I felt terrible.
Moral of the story and my random blog entry: Do not lie, you never know when mono might attack you, and travel alone to a destination at least once in your lifetime.
Now back to writing newspaper articles, that people actually read(that’s me asking you to leave a comment without really asking).
In other news, I have been suffering from odd neck pains and fatigue so I headed to the doctor earlier in the week. She is testing me for mono and strep. The irony of me getting mono living alone in Missouri after overcoming 13 roommates in the last five years along with four years of college will be unbelievable.
This week I have continued to get three or four phone calls a day from people thinking I am K104 radio station. I finally called the station today, letting them know of my little issue. He apologized and the guy said he would make sure the staff is giving out the right number. I think people just get their 7’s and 1’s confused and end up talking to me instead of begging some cocky radio announcer to play their favorite song.
Now I am going to make a confession and tell you a story about how lying is wrong and you should never do it. I was telling some co-workers about this stream of excited radio fans calling me and they said I should pretend to be the station. Tell the caller they were lucky caller number 104 or something. I laughed it off.
Then I got a call one boring Tuesday morning at work…
“Is this k104?” A man with a southern accent asks me.
I pause.
“Yeah,” I answer. (Ok, so I had to make a split second decision and thought, this will be fun.)
“Ok, well I would like to request a song,” he says.
“Ok?” I say unclear about what they heck I am doing. (I am a terrible liar)
So he goes on to name a few songs he wants to hear and I tell him no problem. Then he goes on to tell me what a hard day it’s been because he really misses his wife. He tells me how much he appreciates this because these were his wife’s favorite songs and well, she is gone now and it would make his day to hear them.
(Crap. Crap. Crap.)
“Sir, this isn’t the radio station,” I confess in an apologetic manner.
“Oh, I am sorry,” he says and then hangs up.
A few minuets went by and then I called him back. I told him how I have been getting all these calls and thought it would be funny to pretend. I said how sorry I was for making it up and that he should try and call the real radio station so he can get his songs played. He was really nice, like too nice, and thanked me for calling him back. I felt terrible.
Moral of the story and my random blog entry: Do not lie, you never know when mono might attack you, and travel alone to a destination at least once in your lifetime.
Now back to writing newspaper articles, that people actually read(that’s me asking you to leave a comment without really asking).
posted by stephanie | 12:34 PM
1 Comments:
I have an admission too, my friend. I have not been reading your blog faithfully. But I do love what you write, and I will play catchup. You are right about everyone needing to travel to a different city alone at least once. Things are happeing lately that are convincing me I need another adventure in a far away land, and soon. I was born to travel. I hope your having a blast in Chicago. I've heard the Genesis Blues Club in downtown Chicago is one of the cool places to hear live music. Later
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