Podunk: An Introduction.

I'm Trina.

Hi.

I love five dollar words. Sesquipedalian. It is both an awesome word and a working description of me. Also I like funny words. Here are a couple of dandies to enjoy until later: labeling anything 'Spooky', creepy peeper, homeskillet, behelmeted, Podunk.

I am a mulit-hat wearer at a tiny television station in a Podunk town in a Podunk county in the land God put on hold while He played horseshoes with Gabriel that first week of things. I guess He got bored with eastern Kentucky. Slapped a couple of hills on the map to serve as a barrier to modern progress, and that's about it. Adam Smith would purse his lips at us and no mistake. But I mostly enjoy my current situation, so I'm still here because I want to be...for the moment, anyway.

My job is complex and undefinable, given, as I already mentioned, the many coverings occupying my head. Officially, I'm the "Accounts Manager & Graphic Artist for the Advertising and Production Division of the Local Cable Company." (That's quite difficult to fit on a business card.) Some of my job duties could be lumped into the "Secretarial / Administrative Assistance" category. My main focus, though, is more on the creative end of things. I do most (and by most, I mean "mostly all") copy writing, editing, advertisement branding, and design for our company and for small-town businesses charting the choppy and challenging waters of cable advertisement.

The biggest part of my job is thankfully also my favorite: single-handedly running the local origination billboard channel that runs about 20 hours every day. Most cable companies have one of these channels in some form or other. I write and design those twenty second advertisements promoting local businesses, events, and 'stuff fer sale.' I hate to be prideful about it (but I'm going to anyway), but the channel has improved dramatically under my tutelage. To exemplify the state of the channel when I started about two years ago, a billboard was run on-air advertising a "Slay Bed Fer Sale" -that is, a sleigh bed. I would not lie about it. I simply would not. Too, there was the "mistickle say-ants" (or mystical seance, as it might be called elsewhere in the English-speaking world). You just can't make up the people and interactions I've experienced since I began my first "real job" here.

Maybe some of ponderous ramblings that leak out of my head into this place will spark something. Diversion? Cachinnation, I hope. Pity probably. Maybe concern for my mental health.

Yeah, probably that one.