Although our main computer is down, our contingency plans have worked, and a backup server has been up and running for some time. We’re back on the air … and the ‘net!
Yours In Radio,
Peter is a “floor mopper” here in Canada’s armpit. In addition to always greeting me with a big smile, he is continually mopping the floors. They get dirty, he mops them, then again a few minutes later ’cause they’ve gotten dirty again. Management always seems to assign him to the same place.
Well I asked him if I could start calling him (Camus’) Sisyphus. (You know, the guy condemned by the gods to push a rock up a hill for eternity, the rock rolls down, he has to push it up again). I think he’s ok with it, aside from the fact that it sounds too much like an std.
Peter sings while he works. He’s bested this place.
Yours In Radio,
But first let me digress. For the last oh … 15+ years or so my wife has been hitting me over the head with the metaphorical frying pan telling me to speak up IMMEDIATELY when something starts to bother me.
I haven’t really done a good job of learning this lesson.
So very recently we (those of us on my team at work here in Canada’s armpit - Canadian Roots Radio isn’t my day job) were travelling back to Edmonton via bus. At some point along the way I realized, with great horror, that I had left my wallet behind.
Of course I said nothing. Just started rummaging through my stuff with increasing panic. Then started trying to figure out what I was going to do. I got nowhere.
My head grew three or four sizes, just reaching the point where it was about to explode and spew blood and brain matter throughout the bus. Finally I blurted out that I had forgotten my wallet. I pretty much knew exactly where it was.
One guy immediately loans me $200 so I have enough cash.
Someone says you need to phone so and so RIGHT NOW and get that wallet in the hands of someone we know. I did and the wallet was collected shortly after.
A third person devises a scheme involving an airport shuttle bus driver asking a random passenger to transport my wallet and give it to me in Edmonton in time for my own flight.
The plan worked! A total stranger brought my wallet to me. WestJet changed my flight waiving the fee and I was able to board as I was now in possession of my identification. In the end the only thing I lost was 6 hours. whoop-dee-do.
Except I also learned, again, that I work with some very nice people.
Holy lost and found Batman!
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