There is a couple of old people having sex in my pool. Another old couple passed out on a sofa bed in the main house. Another old couple passed out in another sofa bed. There is another couple of old people passed out on the floor with blankets. This is all in the main house.
I go to my house, and I expect to play some drunken aram's. There is a drunk couple passed out in the spare bedoom where my computer is. One person passed out in the living room in the recliner. So... I'm like **** it. I grab a beer and go to my room. So here I am..
I'm definitely draining the ****ing pool before next summer. I'll be damned if I swim in a pool with someone else's semen in it. Only my own.
Just found out two of our shows got canceled; combined 5 people lost their jobs. While it doesn't sound like much, it's about 30% of the on air talent. I knew most everyone who got fired--it burns. Days like this I hate my industry.
I'm so low on the totem pole, content-wise, if I get fired that means the whole station went under.
Good thing-Bad thing: I can run the station on *whatever format we have, so unless I get a promotion to on-air talent, I'm fine. Bored, but fine.
Spoiler:
*was around when an entire station of people that got fired because they were white. It flipped to an Urban format and they only wanted black people. Racism is OK if whitey gets hosed.