There are some days I hate my job. I hate anything and everything having to do with promotions, radio, web, internet, etc…..

Then I remind myself there aren’t many jobs that will on occassion, allow to be flexible enough to have a sippy cup of juice in one hand, type on my laptop with the other (while dealing with a slow net connection), figure out what the hell is going on with a contest,talk to dj’s on your ce ll and cuddle a little fussy 17 month old, all while running around in nothing but a bra and panties. *snerks* Who needs a cape? I’ll just get my SuperWoman “S” inked on to my back.