Much Ado About Balls

I am still so mortified. On Friday, as I rolled over on my chiropractor’s table, I elbowed him squarely in the jewels. He went “oof!” I wanted to melt down to a centimetre and slither out under the door.

Speaking of balls, a Canadian-born radio jock who’s working in the US now sure has a big pair for a woman. She sent an adjective-laden, compliment dripping, ego-fuelled resume and letter to my work husband in a bid to replace me! We had a good laugh over it. We listened to her CD and it was quite lame. Her lead off bit, which should have been the strongest on the demo, was filled with errors and problems.

I sort of admire her chutzpah for attempting to find a way back home, which is obviously something she’s anxious to do. But to try to drive a wedge into a team she knows nothing about isn’t very bright. I’m assuming she’s trying this tactic with other radio stations, and going right to the morning man, pitching herself to be his partner. This is not the way to go about it. She’ll have to try another approach now but the unfortunate part is, she’s already made a strong and negative first impression with us. My advice would be, if you’re going to take such a bold stance, at least have the goods to back up your claims.