hafu

so i work work work all the live long night. the basketball games go very late, pushing back all other programming creating a giant mess for me to clean up on the schedual. gr. but thats fine. its my job, after all....

so i work work work all the live long night.... til.... 7:30am when the doorbell rings. im very confused. no one who works at the station ever rings the doorbell unless they are missing their keys... it turned out to be a resident who lives next to the station. he told me that someone smashed in one of our news trucks!!! HOLY SHIT! i run outside and check out the scene... and sure enough - the trucks driver side window was smashed and the rear driver side has slash marks all over it. some vandal(s) came by and just tore the crap out of our expensive truck. thankfully nothing expensive was inside it like camera equipment. i called my manager who called his manager who called the police. took pictures of the scene for insurance purposes... etc. gr.

tom and wendy show up to pick me up, we drive to the bank, i deposit 400 in my brothers account. aaand now im here recounting the events.

p.s. - during the weekend 12-8am shift, i am the only person at the station. and the only person who could really give a statement besides the resident and his wife.

crazy day, eh?