In 1993, I was a 21-year-old comunity college student working full-time in the wonderful world of retail.
I took a Radio/ Television production class that required an internship, I dreamed of finding an internship at a television station and making it big in the world of TV.
Well, that didn’t happen. I got an internship at KFI.
Little did I know that KFI was poised to become THE talk station in Southern California. After my internship spent opening mail and answering phones, I was approached with the opportunity to be a “screener” on The Bill Handel show....for a whopping $5.25 an hour!
(Never mind that I had to drive an HOUR from the OC every day at 4am. So even though gas was, I think, 99 cents a gallon at the time, my $5.25 an hour and 20 hours a week barely paid for the gas needed to get back and forth to work. So I had to keep my full-time job as well, all while going to school full-time.)
Little did I know that screeners were just a step up from pond scum and my job served three basic purposes.
Eventually, my part-time thing turned into working many more hours than I should for no additional pay to learn about the wonderful world of producing.
When Bill's producer went on maternity leave, I filled in. When she decided not to return, I was asked if I wanted the job for a pittance above what I was already making. Against my better judgment, I said yes.
Because of that, I missed out on the opportunity to transfer to a university for a REAL college experience (you know what I’m talking about... slacking off and stumbling home half-naked with puke in your hair after getting rip-roaring drunk at fraternity parties.)
With the exception of about 2 years when I worked on other projects here at KFI, I’ve been with Bill’s show my entire KFI career. Why? I like that Bill's a big A-hole and it's fun for me knowing that the women in Bill’s life control him…I like being a part of that.
So that’s it about me except that I’m a native New Yorker, a "Lawng Gyelander"....brought forcibly to California by my parents at the tender age of 15. I’m half Italian/half German, my breasts are a 40D (Bill said to add that) and I’m reasonably OK looking. I got married October 2010, but we've been together since 2001.
My husband and I have a dog, Princess Grace Kelly...a 6 pound chihuahua that controls our lives.
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OMG...this story just made me cry.
UK Daily Mail -- Their trust and loyalty have earned dogs a reputation as 'man's best friend', but this puppy went beyond the call of duty - when he waited for his owner at a motorway rest stop for two days.
The nine-month old Yorkie, called Rambo, was left at the stop in Hannibal, Missouri, after owner Michael Siau got out of his truck to stretch his legs and failed to realise his dog had joined him.
Mr Siau, who normally keeps his puppy on the truck's back seat, thought Rambo was sleeping and did not notice his absence until he reached Cedar Rapids, Iowa - 170 miles away.
He knew that the rest stop was the only place the dog could have escaped, but could not turn around as he had to finish his 900-mile delivery to North Dakota.
A tearful Mr Siau accidentally called police in the wrong town for two days on the road before contacting the local animal unit, who found Rambo patiently waiting right where his master had left him.
The ordeal was especially harrying for Mr Siau, who had only just got back on the road having taken six months off after he lost Rambo's father Ollie.
Ollie, who had also accompanied the trucker on his trips, was run over last October.
The Hannibal Animal Unit picked Rambo up in the nick of time, just before a family stopping in the town were about to take the dog home.
Mr Siau picked up the puppy as he made his way back through Hannibal after finishing his delivery.
'I was freaking out. I had to calm down and think about how he could have possibly gotten out,' Mr Siau told the Hannibal Courier-Post.
'And it came to me that was the only time that I could have got out and I wouldn’t have seen him. I was just sure he was there.'