I Know I Need a Small Vacation
In a dream late last night I found myself walking outside of a rather large hotel, descending down the large front steps onto a beach; think the Grand Hotel on Mackinac Island, Michigan (it's, like, big, people) if there was a beach in front of it.
I was passed by an older-middle aged man who, as he walked by, commented to me that "I am a lineman for the county." This prompted me to loudly sing the rest of the first verse of "Wichita Lineman" to him as he sprinted off to do his lineman duties down on the sand.
Glen is invading my dreams. Maybe if I stopped playing that song everytime I sign off at midnight he would cease the attack.
Life lately with 2 Dogs
One of the only things I dislike about working at the radio station is our location out in the country, or, as the program director often puts it, "In the middle of a @#$% cornfield." Working a 4 pm to 12 midnight shift is nice except when the backdoor swings shut just a few minutes into the new day and you're by yourself in the middle of Central Illinois. Freaky. There could be wild dogs out there.
Today there were. I arrived just before 4:00 and almost ran over a scruffy-looking, dirty white thing that resembled a giant mop sans-handle more than a puppy. There were two identical mutts, actually, and they hounded me (intended) as I juggled my laptop bag, soda, bottle of water, plastic dinner bag and backdoor key. My attempts to shoo them away verbally were only successful for one of them, but I managed to sneak in without inflicting a canine invasion upon the studios.
Upon arriving inside, I was greeted with three pieces of news:
A.) The dogs had been there all day. Or at least since around 8:00 AM.
2.) One of them is blind.
D.) The other is deaf.
Wow. Hopefully they won't be there when I go to leave. Not that I fear them - they're not vicious. Just annoying.