December 18th, 2004


Another half-baked weekend

Given the way the next couple of weeks are shaking out, I'm actually not minding not doing KGO news right now.

Warren closed the door to my bedroom overnight while I was sleeping, so I woke up at 4:30am very dehydrated. Several glasses of sugar-free Tang later I was okay, albeit a skosh nauseated. I was really out of it at KLIV, barely making it through my shift. I put together my interview with Wuthel, but I think I made the piece too long. I kept the thing in a file in case I'm told to cut it in half. If George tells me to do so, I won't blame him.

Next I filled the car with gas, then went to Hancock's Fabrics to check out their one-day sale. I was hoping to find some fabric I'd want to use to make a quilt for the dog (she's been picking at herself and mostly where she sits, so I suspect she's allergic to the chenille throws on the chairs), but nothing moved me. Either I liked the designs on the fabric but the color combination didn't work for the den, or the colors matched the den but they were ugly or the design was not to my taste.

I then looked at patterns, decided I didn't see anything I wanted, and left without buying anything. Next I went to Safeway to get something to make for dinner. I figured I would check the fish selection. They had salmon on sale, so I picked up a pound for $3.99. That was all I bought. Next stop: home.

I rested a bit, then made dinner. I dusted the salmon with pink sea salt I'd picked up at Berkeley Bowl and put it under 500F heat, started up a spaghetti squash (hey, they were $0.19/lb at Berkeley Bowl -- can you blame me for buying a bunch?), then started micro-steaming some pre-cut turnip greens I'd gotten on sale at the Grocery Outlet. Once the salmon was golden, I turned the heat to 300F to let it finish cooking without drying out. A few minutes later we had dinner.

Warren was very pleased. After dinner I got a sudden case of the chills. Luckily, this was due to Warren's having set the thermostat to "meat locker" and the heat running out of the kitchen rather than anything being wrong with me.

Right now I'm in bed, dealing with cramps. I'm rather glad I'm dealing with them now rather than next week, as I've got a Schedule From Hell(tm) coming up for the next couple of weeks...but I'll save that for another post.
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The northern half of the insanity

Yesterday at Metro I came in expecting to work from noon-4pm. Instead, it wound up being more like noon-5:30pm, with me downing a bunch of sugar-free cookies at the last minute to boost my blood sugar. Dave didn't tell me my relief wouldn't be there till 5pm until 3:30pm; this messed up my food pacing. Other occurances also messed it up a bit.

I was doing satellite feeds, and I was asked to train a new hire who had to be "fast tracked." I was also told I might have to cover some satellite feeds next week while co-producing, as it might be a bit much to expect the new hire to do both San Francisco and San Diego because "she doesn't know the roads down there" (like I do?). I showed her how to do both, telling her "just remember to say 'the' in front of the San Diego highway names." Up here we just say "northbound 5 at 101." In southern California they'd say it as, "on the northbound 5 at the northbound 101" (italics merely for visual emphasis).

Elaine, who was co-producing, got held up at the doctor's office, so Teri Rouse suggested our new hire do Elaine's Santa Rosa classic rock and hip-hop stations since she'll have to do that shift next week at least once. She had watched Elaine do it, but she was getting thrown in, "trial by fire" style, so she asked for my help. I calmly obliged, pointing out where I'd put my own notes so she could do stuff, and showing her where she could find what she needed. I also showed her how to set up the station feed, setting it up in the process. I nearly missed my satellite feeds doing this (all while appearing totally calm, mind you, because I didn't need to add to her nervousness).

When 5pm came around, I was shaking from the blood sugar wonkiness and from the adrenal rush I'd been hiding. I checked with Bob the producer before I left, as I'll be filling in for him all next week (folks have already taken to calling me "Bobette"). This means I'll be working 5am-9am, then 3pm-7pm every day next week (except Tuesday, where I'm taking the afternoon off to go to the KLIV holiday party).

I now need to finish my dress for the holiday party. I figure I've got the rest of tonight, most of tomorrow, and most of Tuesday to finish it, as I'm thinking of just staying in SF Monday between shifts. Dave has volunteered to clean out the refrigerator that day, and I'm thinking of offering to help just to make sure he doesn't throw out my food because he doesn't see where I wrote my name on it.
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