My name is Adam Salzer, and I am scared to death.
I'll tell you why, I'm in school to be a broadcaster, everyone knows that, but the future is scaring the hell out of me.
What do I do if this doesn't work out? This is already my second go-round at college (And I use that term loosely at Hesser), and it's gonna be a long damn time before I can attempt a third time. And even if I DO graduate with my Associate's degree, what then. Radio's a tough, tough field to get in to, 7500 jobs, 75,000 people who want those jobs. It averages out to 3.1 on-air people per station. And one of those people is the Program Director, so that's two spots per station. And, of course, it's a certainty that I'll start as an unpaid intern, and, speaking of pay, 80% of people who work in radio make less than 25,000 dollars a year in their radio job. Radio people make money outside the booth by being "that guy who's on the radio." Which adds even more worry, cause what if I do make it out there and then I utterly fail at marketing myself? The first three years in the business usually end up at $15k a year. That's only $3,000 a year more than I was making working at the mall. Discovery Channel Store plus $250 a month. That's nowhere near a living wage, hence the outside money. But still, unless something amazing happens I'm looking at maxing out around $20,000 a year.
I know, I know, take things a day at a time, see what happens, everything'll work out in the end, but goddamn if it doesn't scare the hell out of me...
The other day at work (I think it was Sunday) I had a woman turn me down for a survey and say "Thank you, and God bless, goodbye!" It just struck me, cause I pondered for a while the best response to being blessed by a total stranger. I leave it up for debate, is "And Satan Bless you" or "And Allah Bless you" better?
Also at work, I had a guy get pissed that I was calling on Sunday (This happens more often than you'd think). He said, "Are you crazy?!" but hung up before I could give my perfect response, which WOULD have been "Not officially..." He ruined it, the jerk...
We've evicted our tenants, they have until the 12th to give us the $1115 they owe us and get the fuck out. I had to go down there today and let myself in because there was no one there and one of their living room windows was wide fuck open. Seriously, it's forty degrees outside and one of your windows is open with the screen and storm window up, so anyone could have climbed in and taken all your dumb shit (what's left, anyway, they've moved almost everything out over the last few weeks once they figured out we were pissed at them and getting ready to kick them out), and the other window was up with the screen down.
We think they did it on purpose since we pay for all the heating oil. Fuckin dickbags.
There's a lot of long paragraphs tonight...I apologize for that, but I warned you in the subject line
Woot always has the worst timing for it's WootOffs...why do they always occur right before i get paid and can therefore spend no money whatsoever?
Speaking of money...living paycheck to paycheck, and barely at that, sucks BALLLLLLLLLLLLLS. I've got, like, a sixteenth of a tank of gas left cause I get paid today (Friday) and my gas credit card is overlimit. Fuck this three dollars a gallon bullshit, I hate this country. (Happy Brian?)
Of course I don't REALLY hate this country, cause talking like that'll get me arrested and thrown in Federal Fuck Me In The Ass Prison...
God I'm really kinda tired of my life at the moment. I can't even get a second job cause when the fuck do I have time for THAT?! My weekly schedule is as such:
Sunday: RKM, 2-8
Tuesday: Hesser, 5:30-10:30
Wednesday: RKM, 5-9
Thursday: Hesser, 5:30-10:30
Friday: RKM 5-9
Saturday: RKM 10-2 if applicable, otherwise OFF
Saturday changes because they don't always open up Saturday morning shifts, and there's a good chance after the political poll season (AKA after the Primary) that Saturdays are more often than not going to become free.
Sure I could work mornings, but then when the hell do I sleep, or go to the gym, or if I finally start having homework, do homework?
I don't make enough to be this busy!
(13.5x9=$121.50+36 when I work Saturday=$157.50 per week before taxes...yeah...fuck me running)
h why couldn't I be rich and privileged and be one of those assholes? People'd hate me but life'd be SO MUCH EASIER
I'm never going to move out of this house...I'm gonna be 40 and sleeping in the same goddamn room in the same goddamn bed with the same goddamn person (aka nobody)
I miss Kindergarten and not giving a shit...
At least I'm not on COPS
PS: I think "Fortunate Son" by Creedence Clearwater Revival is my theme song for life