If 19 year old me thought a life in radio was going to be endless audio glamour and non stop, star studded everything...then this week must have been very sobering. Week two of my heady career in the media includes a bunch of manual labour involving a lawn mower and an expanse of grass desperately trying to cling to life around my new share house. Pretty sure that WASN'T in the brochure, naturally teenage me will find a really obscure reason to get shitty about it. Thankfully I’ll chew through more 80’s culinary highlights including making a chop stew, which someone will refuse to eat, how very dare they, plus I try a new cuisine I’ve never experienced and scoff a true 70’s dinner classic using chicken and fruit..because 70's. I’ll also get another pay packet that leaves me confused and make more grandiose assumptions around how important I am to others without any actual proof WHAT. SO. EVER. So prepare yourself for more of the usual teenage over reactions and drama within the snazzy confines of regional radio.

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