I'm drawing to the end of my third week hosting 3RRR's Breakfast show, and I have to say, I'm loving it! Getting up around 4am is still killing me, and consequently I've been taking a 2-4 hour nap every afternoon, but I'm definitely getting into the rythym and routine of doing a 3-hour radio show every morning. I'm also getting some great feedback from listeners (as indicated by some of the feedback on this very blog, as well as some lovely, generous phonecalls). Still, when it all wraps up at the end of January and I get to hand the reigns back over to Fee B, Willow and Spang, I won't regret it!
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Survived Christmas just fine, despite all my initial concerns. Having mum there to take the heat off worked a treat - especially as she slightly over-indulged and I spent part of the afternoon looking after her: making sure she was drinking enough water, sobering her up with a strong black coffee, etc. Consequently I didn't have time to get into any political arguments with my uncle, so I actually had a surprisingly good day!
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Still not quite sure what I'm going to be doing on New Year's Eve, as it looks like there's a possibility that I'll have to do a shift on RRR early on new year's day: the last time I spoke to Kath Letch, the station manager, she was still short of a broadcaster for the 6-9 shift. This puts the kibosh on heading out to Anna and Adam's NYE party at their new house in Chewton, near Castlemaine in regional Victoria. (Obviously I've worked in arts administration to long - I said 'regional Victoria' instead of 'the country'. Oh dear. LOL) This sucks.
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And dammit I'm broke again. So broke in fact, that I've been living off a loaf of bread and a carton of eggs for the last four days. Blah, over it.
Today I went and sold a bunch of DVD's and CD's at a secondhand place, so that I could actually have enough cash to live well for the next week, til I get paid on Wednesday. I made enough that I can actually afford to go out on NYE, which is nice.
One day, I will hopefully move past this constant hand to mouth existence. I really must learn to start saving!
1 comment:
Having to sell CDs sucks arse. Even if it's a copy of 101 remixes of Wham!'s Last Christmas that your most hated aunt gave you, you have that moment of regret that possibly, maybe one day you'll want to listen to it.
But then again, not eating sucks more.
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