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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My dog is busted.
I feel horrible, I was carrying Princess yesterday (by the way, she has her own Facebook page) when I somehow tripped and fell, I seriously don't know how I fell. But as I fell, I tried to push her away from me so I didn't land on top of her. I didn't get her all the way out of the way and I my boob landed on her back foot.
It broke. She screamed and screamed and screamed. The most horrible sound I've ever heard.
I absolutely freaked out, tried to calm her down, keep her foot stationary and got in the car to go to the emergency vet (which happens to be my regular vet)
She stopped screaming pretty fast, but was whimpering and in obvious pain, but on the 10 minute ride to the vet she calmed down quite a bit and actually saw a Cal Trans worker and started to bark at him....so I know she forgot about the pain for a minute.
By the time we got to the vet, she had calmed down a lot, meanwhile I totally lost it once I got there and knew that someone who knew what they were doing had her in their hands, the tears flowed freely, my hands were shaking, and I just couldn't forgive myself.
Here's a picture of Princess before they were able to sedate her and set it properly in splint. OUCH, right?
I stayed there while they did x-rays (it's definiately broken) and since she has to see the orthopedic surgeon today to see if she needs surgery. She stayed there overnight.
My husband and I went to see her last night and she was a little dopey from them sedating her to splint it properly. She was otherwise in good spirits, whining a little, but rolled on her back for a good long belly rub. I brought her blanket and squeaky toy for her to sleep with, along with some of her dog food and boiled chicken.
All I have to say is thank God for pet insurance. While I have to pay out of pocket right now so far it's cost $700 (I put it on our Care Credit card) once I pay it in full, we'll get reimbursed 80-85% by the pet insurance company. Not bad for $30 a month to cover her.
I feel terrible, and I wonder if this means I'll be a terrible mother to a human child if I have one.
I'll keep you updated on her status. In the meantime, Princess got a very lovely card, courtesy of the staff at Camp Hoffmann. Thank you Livi, Calvin, Shannon and Gary. Check it out.