Today is a sad day. It is my last day at WHIO and means more hours at Skyline. I am very sad to be leaving my radio job because I have been here for two and a half years. I learned more in my first week than I did my entire college career about radio and the industry. I would love to remain an employee within the industry, but it is proving quite difficult in my particular city during these particularly poor financial times. I'll find a new job, hopefully this year. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. I'm just glad I left on good terms and my boss will give me a great reference. Wish me luck....
More hours at Skyline means bigger paychecks, and I'm always a fan of money. My boss said I would be getting a raise here pretty soon, so I'm excited about that too. It will take the sting off of the more painful days.
Speaking of painful, I burned the crap out of my (right) arm the other day while making chili. It was quite an unfortunate accident... I knew I was going to be sitting down to talk with my boss, so I threw on a new cube of chili (just add water.. mmm!) and left it to cook. Well, that's not really the "proper" way to cook chili, because you're suppost to stir it every five minutes when it's on high until it's done (which is really only 15-20 minutes). I didn't stir it until I was done talking to my boss 30 minutes later. I went to take the lid off the kettle and POOF the steam seared the skin on my wrist in an area the size of a small potato. Despite its small size, it hurts like hell. I was sent home from work and got to visit urgent care down the street. They gave me vicotin! and MAN-O-MAN am I glad. I've been having quite a rough time dealing with this.. thing. It pisses me off because it won't heal fast enough, it gets in the way of everything, it hurts off and on, it throbs when I walk and sway my arms to the sides so I have to hold it up like I have an invisible sling, and the way I sleep fucks up the bandages so I wake up in excruciating pain because the gauze has pulled my skin in all directions. Yummmy. I guess this is why second-degree burns are usually avoided by most people.
I've been thinking about my brother Sam a lot lately. I really miss him being around. We became quite the pals during college, and now that he's across the nation I wish he were here. Of course missing him doesn't compare to the missing of my mom, but it's almost easier to deal with someone being gone in death than it is with someone you just don't get to see that often. He is supposed to be workingon a feature in Indiana this April, so maybe he will venture on over to SW Ohio to see his family... that would be awesome. It's a little lonely with just me and my dad. I miss Adam too, but in a completely different and almost weird way.
I don't feel Adam has been himself since before my mom died. He was dating a girl for about a year before my mom died, and it was this relationship that made him different. She was the daughter of a preacher, so it brought God into his life in the wrong way. I believe he reclaimed his faith for a little while, but after my mom died, he and the girl broke up and his enthusiasm for life slipped away. He lost his mom and his confidant, and he definitely didn't (and still doesn't) share the same relationship with our dad. I feel like he resents our dad for the anger presented before the divorce. I remember vividly one night Adam got into a heated argument with my parents about who knows what, and he stormed out of the house after yelling "Fuck you!." He was about 13, making Sam 11 and me 9. Sam and I tried to avoid the conflict and went back in my bedroom to hold each other and cry. My dad brought to my attention last night that Adam still behaves this way, getting into heated arguments and storming out of the house. He's 27 now and WELLLLL beyond the age to be acting that way. I honestly don't understand him, and I miss him. I just wish he could be "normal" for once.... stop being so angry at life... get a girlfriend or something. He obviously can't make himself happy, he might as well get a companion to help him out. Not saying it's some random girl's responsibility to being my brother out of the dark, just saying Adam needs something else to focus his energy on besides how pathetic his own life is.
My wrist hurts, so I'm gonna go do better things than type.
peace and pain
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