The plan for today, the last day of our Harley giveaway contest, was for me to drive the Harley Davidson to a prearranged location on our tour of Oconto and Oconto Falls where my boss would take the bike and drive it to a prearranged rendevous point. Early this morning, the equipment running the Oldies station that our company runs took a major league shit. My boss had to help the engineer fix the station. Therefore, I was tasked with taking the bike to the rendevous in a small town north of Marshfield. The weather was beautiful, untile I reached Mosinee. There, I got hit with a bad storm. the weather was awful, the rain was coming down so bad, that eventualy, I had to pull into a grocery store on the outskirts of town. It was hailing about pea size hail at the time. I ran inside where the manager of the store and a Sherriff's Deputy herded me into a back room, saying that a Tornado was on the ground about a mile north of my position. I waited for half an hour in that store until we were given the all clear. As I headed west, it cleared up, and the weather was beautiful as I made the rendevous about an hour late. Now I had to go back east. Through the same storm. I soldiered through untile I heard another Tornado warning in Shawno County. I found a nearby gas station, ducked in, ate some halfway decent popcorn chicken and the shittiest onion rings I ever ate. Once the warning expired fifteen minutes later, I drove on towards the station in Marinette through rain all the way.
What a week
Saturday 6/4: First day, had people follow us around, didn't put on sunscreen, got a nice traingular shaped sunburn where I left my top button open.
Sunday 6/5: Day off. Pink traingle of sunburn nice and prominent.
Monday 6/6: Back to work. Same people from Saturday keep following our prize wheel (you got one spin at each location), desperatley hoping to qualify for the Harley. A guy I graduated high school, who is working as an armed security guard at the local ship factory tasked with building the new Littoral Combat Ships for the Navy with qualifys. Sunburn starts to smart.
Tuesday 6/7. Sturgeon Bay and Green Bay. The DJ going with me forgets the Noah's Ark and Bayfest tickets for the prize wheel, I nearly shit my pants and go stark raving nuts going over a bridge that I have had nightmares and night terrors about. A few people from Marinette actually follow us all the way to Sturgeon Bay to try to qualify. Nobody shows up to one of our Green Bay locations, and very few people show up at the next. the cloth of my shirts starts chafing on the burn, really making it sting like fuck.
Wednesday 6/8: A day that will go down in the history of radio contest. On our prize wheel, one has a one in sixteen chance of hitting the qualifying space. We qualify twenty-one people in a two hour stop. Normally, in an hour we qualify three or four. the law of averages kicks in in later and only one other person qualifys the rest of the day. The people continue to follow us, spinning at each location, hoping to qualify. Burn hurts like hell.
Thursday, 6/9: The day of insanity. One of of our sales people lends me some money so I can get a leather western-style hat (looks like Indy's fedora, I'd appreciate) for Next week's country music festival that I'm going to work. Burn starts to visibly peel. Burn is also really sensitive. Mom treats the burn with an aerosol spray that stings like fuck when it hits the burn.
Friday: At the slightest tightening of or pressure on skin in the area, the burn hurts. Like hell. The skin on the burn feels rough like rawhide. Drove halfway across the state and dodged two fucking tornados.
Here is me, my hat and my burn.
You don't have to be insane to work in radio, but it certianly helps.
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