First thing this morning

My plan was, wake up on time (5AM), put my rebreather together, go to work and get off and go for a dive.
I woke up this morning to the sound of static. BOTH my stations were off the air. (I swear this can’t be happening to any other radio station anywhere). I got up, drove to the transmitter site and fixed them both. The power to one of the outlets was gone and I had to plug one transmitter in somewhere else and reset the other one. (It didn’t automatically reset because of loss of power to the same outlet. Apparently there was a power failure last night and did some damage to the buildings wiring.

Did I mention I had a rough week last week? Did I mention that last week my first words to any other living human being were “Fuck you too asshole! I’m not the one driving on the sidewalk!” Last Monday I was driving to work in creeping traffic. A mini bus comes driving up the shoulder, trying to get ahead of everybody. There was some trees and brush in a section and he couldn’t get by. So he starts coming over into my lane, trying to intimidate me. So I leaned on the horn. He opened his door and yelled “fuck you asshole”. So I yelled back. I wish he’d a gotten out of his bus, I was realy pissed off. He shut his door and that was all I heard from him. But I was thinking, “What a way to start the week, I hope this isn’t an indication of how my week will be.
Well, it was a pretty fair indication of how my week went. So I’m wondering what this mornings incident indicates… That I will be useful and efficent all week? I hope so.
I don’t need another week like last week…

sick day yesterday

Wednesday was my worst day at work ever. I had a huge all day fight with my boss and another person here.

Then I went home, took a shower and OI girl and I went to the party. Then I had to go straight back to work for “just a minute”. OI Girl was asleep in the car when I came out a half hour later.
Then I got her home about midnight and we went to sleep. At 2:30 I woke up and heard a problem on the radio and went back again! I got home at about 3:30 and the alarm went off at 5.
Yesterday OI Girl and I both called in sick.
We were anything but!
That’s why I didn’t post yesterday!!

first break, I like it

I am all dressed and ready to go to work. I have my coffee, strong and black. The dog is outside after his walk. I have about 40 minutes before I have to leave, it is still dark outside but there is a faint glow to the east. I just discovered my shirt on inside-out and fixed it. I really like this time of day. My first spurt of energy expended and now I get to rest for a few minutes.
We got back yesterday afternoon, the OI Girls work xmas party was fun. Tonight is my work’s xmas party. She’s in my bed sleeping. As luck would have it, a friend of her’s is here too (not at my house, but on this island) and they will be hanging out today.
Yesterday I was hanging out at the hotel pool while OI Girl was working. I got a lot of sun, I was red yesterday but not today. Lucky me.
I have to work a lot of hours today, an outside broadcast at 2, the talk show at 4, then traffic at 5 and the party at 7.
Sitting here now may be the last time I sit anywhere all day!


Did you ever see the movie Rain Man? I’m kind of like that guy. Maybe I’m a little bit autistic.
I have a pretty set routine, and when anything upsets my routine, I get a little uncomfortable. Today I’m going to work, and I’m taking a suitcase with me to go straight from work to the airport to go to see the OI Girl. Tomorrow we’re both coming back here. I’ll only be gone one day, but I feel it’s forever or something. Not really nervous or afraid, but some way I don’t have a word for. I kind of feel this anytime something upsets my routine.

Went diving yesterday, it was great. I was going with my regular dive buddy, and we got into the water and he had technical dificulties with his unit. So we got out and he left and I ended up going with some open circuit divers. There was this fish. I was following him. He would swim 2 or 3 strokes and turn around and look at me, yep, still following. So 2 or 3 more strokes and he’d turn and look to see if I was stilll there. I was able to anticipate his movements and take pictures of him when he turned. (you know that annoying half second delay with digital cameras that makes you always miss the shot?) Well, I pushed the button, rekkoning he’s ready to turn and the fish dives down and gets some type of worm or garden eel and eats it. I got a pic. It looks like he’s eating a piece of spaghetti! He eats the sand and everything and lets the sand fall out through his gills.
The first pic is the original and the second has been cropped and enhanced.

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Well, I gotta go, Wopner at 8!

This morning

This morning I’m getting ready to do a dive around noon. A shallow long one.
Monday (tomorrow) afternoon I’m headed to see the OI girl, for her works Xmas party. Then Tuesday we’re both coming back here for my works xmas party.
A few times she’s seen the crabby side of me. I am coming to realize that my irratability comes from lack of assertiveness. For example, she wants to talk on the phone for (it seems like) hours and hours. I don’t like talking on the phone. But do I say anything? No, I just get grouchy.
When I see her I have to try to explain this to her in a nice way.
I don’t feel much like writing here lately. Hopefully it will pass and when there’s not so much going on I’ll be back up to full speed. I feel guilty writing and hoping for comments when I’m not visiting and leaving them.
Ciao for today!

That guy in Singapore

I’ve been thinking about that guy in Singapore who got hanged for drugs. He was 23 years old when he got caught and 25 when he got hanged. When I was 23 I was in Singapore, and I was looking for drugs. I was on a ship, we stopped in Singapore, my drug supply was gone and I was looking. I was asking cab drivers and bartenders where to score. Everybody said the same thing, “There’s no drugs in Singapore, they hang you for drugs here. When we want to get high, we go to Thailand”.
But I didn’t care, I wanted drugs and I kept looking, knowing that if I got caught, I could be hanged. I never found any, never even got warm.
Now I’m 45 and don’t do drugs any more. I read about that kid they hanged and think it could have been me.
I can imagine it was me. I would be thinking, “I knew it!”
It would be scary walking up to the gallows, them putting a rope around your neck. Seeing the crack from the trap door in the floor, someone putting a black bag over your head, and waiting…
Me now isn’t the same me as me then. I was lucky then. I’m still lucky now.


I have been neglecting my blog and my blogger friends lately. I’ve barely made the rounds at all in the past week or so. I enjoy reading the comments, they give me me best smiles of my day!
I’m trying to get work back in order, but the more I work on one thing, the more the others get backed up.
I’ve been trying to get this AC installed for 2 years, now that my transmitter has burned up, they’re finally installing it, a day late and a dollar short. After the AC is running, I can start work on the transmitter. I’m finding burnt components in almost every module I look in. Looking back with 20/20 hindsight, I should have shut the transmitter off untill they put the AC in. Not just run it for one more day, day after day, till two years get by.
The satellite dish is all mashed up from the tree cutter. I called the support people about a replacement and they said they’d get back to me. I haven’t heard a thing… After the AC is installed and I get near a phone I guess I’ll have to lean on them, call and call. Then assemble the dish and point it at the satellite.
All this is on top of my regular workload, and all the little things that go wrong throughout the day.
But I’m not complaining. I like my job. I think I let myself be taken advantage of, and that is my fault. Sometimes I also feel like I’m the only one at work who actually cares, but there IS a few of us…

the sound of silence

I woke up this morning to the sound of silence. My alarm clock radio was set to my station and we were off the air. So when the alarm went off it was very quiet. The computer feed from the internet dropped out. Since the satellite dish got mashed up, we get our night programming from the internet. So at 5AM, I got up, showered and flew into work. Now I’m here, waiting or the AC guys.
I missed breakfast and I am somewhat disgruntled.

woke up late

Last night I had a dream I was having an affair. I met a blonde girl who lived in a house a lot of people shared. I kissed her for the first time in a room with a lot of people in it and they acted like they didn’t notice, but when I looked at them they were smiling. Then we were walking around her yard and I told her I was seeing someone. The next thing I know we’re sitting in my car, stopped in the middle of the road, cars going around us on either side, kissing. Her tongue was very soft.
I woke up late.