"Love you job -- bullshit."

I'm really enjoying the new position, it gives me just the right amount of power and responsibility. Working in the daytime is spectacular.

I realized my other posts came after stressful 10 hour days, so I figured I'd write something after a good shift.

Labour of lust.

I must've been congratulated over 60 times in the last two days.

I gotta get this job out of my head for the rest of the day. There's so much to known that is difficult to understand, it's going to overwhelm me if I keep Googling and writing.

I did the 16 hours in one day bit yesterday/today. Walmart has a workaround for every labor law, manipulating your lunchbreaks and ensuring that your second shift is cut in half by that all-important midnight hour.

INVENTORY is in a month and I don't have a damn clue how to properly prepare my department in most of the 1000 ways I'm required to. Then again, I've only worked an official day and a half as dept. manager. I think I've made a lot of progress already, but it's stressful.

I worship celebrities.

I turn the women of my life into personal celebrities. During the process, I loathe them (because they are regular)... so  that years later I can worship them.

I put "The" in front of women's names.

It's all very healthy.

I can find paralells of that in other aspects of my life. Most of the music I sometimes play on We Hit & Run had to go through the same loathing process as the women I sometimes call on We Hit & Run.

The past has been bottled,

Driving in the daylight is such a strange feeling. I'm still not completely adjusted to being awake at this time.

So tonight puts to rest the "dark years". Ha.

I'm slightly nervous about the move, I suppose it's the typical anxieties that come with any change in life. Ultimately, it'll be a benefit for me personally and professionally. I'll get a social life back, my resume' will call me a manager, and there's no more Twilight living (yes, my life has been a shitty movie for two years). 

I've spent the majority of the last two years by myself. On weekends when everybody's asleep, or on work-breaks in my vehicle, it's always just been me and a talk radio show playing. I'm surprised I'm not a serial killer yet.

I haven't associated myself with daytime folk in 50 pounds. This'll be fun!

Ichiban.

I officially return to day-time life on Monday morning!

SP.

$$$$

I'm at 150 even, I got interviewed for a department manager position yesterday, we're getting a bonus on this week's check, and I'm employee of the month.

And there's a brand new wehitandrun.info!

Radio is dead.

Syndicated talk radio has been reduced to political garbage.

And this is the industry I'm about to go to school for? That I've been wasting the last two years on? What the hell am I doing?

On a local level, there are two cities left with decent, original programming. Atlanta and Boston. Then outside of that, there are two markets left with talk stations (Washington DC and Orlando, but they have nothing but watered down shit). 

I guess terrestrial radio completely bottoming out is the only hope I have of being number 1. It's like these are the George Bush years before I put on black face and run for president.

Boooo.

There are periods of my life where I am damn sure that Tim Kasher and Connor Oberst are the greatest minds in music.

I've sat in front of this entry for 36 minutes. I got nothing.

Maybe that's living in the moment? Not really. I'm just researching the worth of a communications degree and debating the worth of an overnight life.

I'm like Hugh Grant in About A Boy. Only without the money.

I saw some great videos of Elvis Costello with the singer of Rilo Kiley. But who wants a four video literary slumber entry?

Who even wants a literary slumber entry?

...

Well, the decision I was mulling over a couple of entries ago has apparently been made for me. CSB closes. Good timing. Radio is dying.