Sunday 4 a.m.

I suppose the fact I’m writing at 4 a.m. on a Sunday is telling enough.   I woke up wrestling my mind.

Actually, I’m sort of ticked off.

A couple of weeks ago, I applied for a radio job.  It’s a position for which I’m extremely qualified.   The ad even reads that they’re looking for “experience.”  As they say on TV real estate shows, I “tick off all the boxes.”

After a week or so with no response to my application, I sent a quick email to the guy in charge asking if he could simply confirm that he’d received my resume and other materials.


I figured I’d give him the benefit of the doubt – maybe the internet has collapsed without me knowing – so I sent a hard copy of my resume/cover letter to the radio station via snail mail mentioning that I was unsure if my email had been received.


I don’t get it.  I’m not asking that I be given the job, or even an interview…but a little courtesy of telling me that my application is in the hopper seems…well, courteous.

Okay, enough of that.  It’s raining in San Antonio and will apparently keep raining most of the week.   That’s going to prove challenging with our newest addition of Dewey.   He doesn’t like to go outside to handle business in the rain unless I’m walking him.   I see a lot of mud in my future.

For now, however, I think more coffee is in order.

productive - michael main