I watch entirely too much BBC America. If it’s on BBC, I am watching it — with the exception of Dr Who. I realize that’s a pretty sacrilegious statement to make, especially since I love sci-fi and fantasy so much, but I haven’t seen one episode. I’m afraid I’ll get hooked and then have to join Netflix to get all the previous seasons, and then I’ll have to start debating who’s the best Dr Who of all the men who’ve played him.
That’s just a level of commitment I don’t think I can achieve. Not with my obsession with everything else on BBC — Mistresses, Last Restaurant Standing, Top Gear, Kitchen Nightmares, The F Word, and Ashes to Ashes. Ah, yes. And let’s not forget the daily lineup featuring Cash In the Attic, Bargain Hunt, How Clean Is Your House, and You Are What You Eat. Plus tomorrow will add the UK version of Antiques Roadshow to the lineup.
I’m looking forward to it.
I get obsessed with things, you see. If I start liking and enjoying something, I will generally do it till I start obsessing over something else. When Kurt and I were first married, we watched Game Show Network every single night. It was all those old game shows from the 70s that I love so much. But Kurt understandably got really tired of the same old thing, night after night, but I didn’t want to find something new to watch. This was before a DVR too.
Then when we lived in Washington state, it was baseball. Every night, I watched the Mariners play on the local sports station. At the end of the season, I felt so bereft, wondering what I would find to watch next.
For a long time, it was HGTV. All those home improvement shows, from House Hunters to Curb Appeal. Then it was Food Network, till they put Iron Chef America on primetime. That is just one show I can’t really get into. I don’t think the chefs have as much charisma as the ones on the Japanese version, and plus the commentary from the judges is absolutely priceless on the Japanese version. The voiceovers just add to the kitschy feel. I love it so, so much, and am so pleased it’s now on every week night on Fine Living.
So now I’m into BBC America. I used to be into it, back when they were showing Ballykissangel every afternoon. That was somewhere around 2002; I’m pretty sure it was after I quit my job. Oh, that was a hot mess, my job. Wow. I loved my job, really I did. I ended up with it when I went to a blood drive and struck up a conversation with the girl ahead of me in line who was reading as she waited. Seeing as that was something I’d do, I started talking to her. Next thing I know, she’s encouraging me to apply for her job, one that she was quitting so she could return to school for her Master’s, since the guy the company hired to replace her simply could not hack it. Why, I’m not sure, as her job could have been done by a trained monkey.
So I applied, and I was hired. It was at an industrial hygiene company, and I was to be the lab assistant. I have to admit, during my hiring interview I had no idea what either of my future bosses said to me. Both were foreigners, and both spoke English in a very heavy accent. Even after working there for almost a year, I could only understand what they were saying if I was standing right in front of them. Phone calls were out of the question.
I seriously loved my job. Every day it was something new, and it was never dull. Each day I learned something new too, and my bosses saw that I could learn pretty quickly, and that I take detailed notes, so they gave me more and more responsibility. I have no doubt that if I had a degree in chemistry, I would have been moved up to head chemist as soon as the two other chemists quit.
But then the company started crumbling down. First the president was fired, and then the co-founder and head of the lab was too. And nothing was aboveboard; it was so sneaky and underhanded. I was being pressured to sign off on stuff that wasn’t safe just because there were deadlines that needed to be met. I couldn’t do it. And so everyone who worked in the lab quit en masse with no notice. The only people who stayed with the company were those who really had no other income and couldn’t afford to quit. But they started looking for other employment as soon as possible.
Such a shame too. We had such a wonderful working environment. It really was like a big family.
Maybe one day I’ll find that again.