Bound in Leather
Three years ago this week, I moved from my seven-year home of Kirksville, Missouri to Columbus, Georgia. My first day on the air here was October 17th, 2001. At the time, I was positive that I'd never even be here for the two years that my employment contract specified... that some up-and-coming station would recognize my stellar talents and snatch me up for their sports staff.
That was three years ago. Now, with no job offers, no job interviews, heck... no nibbles in the last six months, I'm wondering if I'm cut out for this business.
I know I'm not perfect. But I used to think that being fairly talented, a hard worker, and not too hideous to look at was enough. Now I don't know what to think. Maybe I'm just too much of a pessimist. Or maybe I suck at my job and nobody's bothered to tell me.
I checked tonight, the traditional gift for a three-year anniversary is Leather. Makes sense, since I'm apparently a bit of a masochist.
Three years ago this week, I moved from my seven-year home of Kirksville, Missouri to Columbus, Georgia. My first day on the air here was October 17th, 2001. At the time, I was positive that I'd never even be here for the two years that my employment contract specified... that some up-and-coming station would recognize my stellar talents and snatch me up for their sports staff.
That was three years ago. Now, with no job offers, no job interviews, heck... no nibbles in the last six months, I'm wondering if I'm cut out for this business.
I know I'm not perfect. But I used to think that being fairly talented, a hard worker, and not too hideous to look at was enough. Now I don't know what to think. Maybe I'm just too much of a pessimist. Or maybe I suck at my job and nobody's bothered to tell me.
I checked tonight, the traditional gift for a three-year anniversary is Leather. Makes sense, since I'm apparently a bit of a masochist.
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