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Rick by a nose...
I may have mentioned that a couple of weeks ago, I won a prize pack from a local radio station. At the time, they told me I was entered in their grand prize drawing for a trip to go see some band play in San Francisco. I seem to have won, but I'll believe it when I see it.
Like this:
As I was clocking out for lunch yesterday, my cell phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, so I didn't pick it up -- but when they failed to leave a message, I called the number back ...and wound up in the switchboard of the radio station's parent company. Eventually, I got transferred around to someone (a promotions droid, I thought, but he may have been the DJ) who told me I should sound a little more excited -- I'd just won their grand prize. If I ended up on the air, I was one of those boring-assed people they really don't like to have win prizes, I think -- more so when I told the guy I'd likely take the cash equivalent rather than the trip.
I was told that someone would be calling me back to make the arrangements (someone, I assume, who would try mightily to talk me into using their trip vouchers rather than actually relieving them of cash). But as of yesterday, no-one's called, so I'll try them back today.
Oh, I forgot to mention: the cash equivalent is a thousand dollars -- exactly what a cow-orker won from another station about the same time I picked up my prize pack, so I guess I'm now leading the office winnings race by a DVD and a couple of pizzas. It's also just about enough to cover the medical expenses for the cat we have in hospice, which is one of the prime reasons I intend to take the money. Another reason is that, while I recognized the name of the band when they told it to me, I've already forgotten it -- and couldn't name one of their songs at the time. But any trip for which I'd be available (weekends only) would be too rushed for me to enjoy myself, even if they agreed to fly Rachal and me in from our different cities.
So it's not that I'm rolling in dough, now; we may just be slightly less hosed than we were last month.
In other good news, Rachal's boss has suggested that she start working on her thesis. So she's on schedule to graduate at the end of this year (crossed fingers).
Like this:
As I was clocking out for lunch yesterday, my cell phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, so I didn't pick it up -- but when they failed to leave a message, I called the number back ...and wound up in the switchboard of the radio station's parent company. Eventually, I got transferred around to someone (a promotions droid, I thought, but he may have been the DJ) who told me I should sound a little more excited -- I'd just won their grand prize. If I ended up on the air, I was one of those boring-assed people they really don't like to have win prizes, I think -- more so when I told the guy I'd likely take the cash equivalent rather than the trip.
I was told that someone would be calling me back to make the arrangements (someone, I assume, who would try mightily to talk me into using their trip vouchers rather than actually relieving them of cash). But as of yesterday, no-one's called, so I'll try them back today.
Oh, I forgot to mention: the cash equivalent is a thousand dollars -- exactly what a cow-orker won from another station about the same time I picked up my prize pack, so I guess I'm now leading the office winnings race by a DVD and a couple of pizzas. It's also just about enough to cover the medical expenses for the cat we have in hospice, which is one of the prime reasons I intend to take the money. Another reason is that, while I recognized the name of the band when they told it to me, I've already forgotten it -- and couldn't name one of their songs at the time. But any trip for which I'd be available (weekends only) would be too rushed for me to enjoy myself, even if they agreed to fly Rachal and me in from our different cities.
So it's not that I'm rolling in dough, now; we may just be slightly less hosed than we were last month.
In other good news, Rachal's boss has suggested that she start working on her thesis. So she's on schedule to graduate at the end of this year (crossed fingers).