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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For those of you following my trials and tribulations with Princess Grace Kelly, my chihuahua, whose foot broke when I fell while walking her, here's how things went this weekend:
Saturday -- "I do not like the cone of shame" she finally figured out how to go to the bathroom managing the bandaged foot. Now time for another nap.
Sunday -- Princess is proving to be a difficult patient. She is a teeny bit more herself today, she's drinking well and eating just a little a few times a day. My hubby says I am 'completely unreasonable' to think that she would be eating normally just 3 days after surgery. He thinks she will perk up a lot more after the fentanyl pain patch is removed tomorrow. I think she's really frustrated Having to just lay around so much...she's not used to that
Monday -- I have a teeny suspicion that Princess is milking it in order to sleep on the big bed
Monday afternoon -- How will I keep her occupied for the next 7 weeks?
Monday night -- You're probably sick of hearing about this, but this little dog is eating well, and getting around like a champ in her bum leg, she started throwing her stuffed toy around and trying to chase it in her pen so I had to take them away and make the pen smaller so she can't move around so much....she has to only walk when she goes out too the bathroom...this is gonna be tough!