Sample Chapter from Diary of a Public Radio Slave

Tuesday, November 20^th, 11:00 a.m.             

“Who brought the peanuts?”
“I think it was Vivienne. I'm not sure though.”
"Wow, these are good. Have you tried these?”
“No, I haven't.”
“You should, do you want me to bring you a napkin full?”
“No thanks, I'll get up and get some when I finish working on this.”
“Are you sure? These are really good, I think I'll eat 200 and call it lunch.”
“Yeah, that's okay. I'm going to go home for lunch.”
“Suit yourself.”

Two minutes later.
 “Oh, who brought the peanuts?”
 “I don't know.”
 “Wow these are good, have you tried them?”
 “No, not yet.”
 “These are diet peanuts right?”
 “Sure, diet peanuts it is.”

Two minutes later.
 “Peanuts! Where did these come from?”
 “Someone must have brought them in.”
 “Huh, I wonder who?”
 “I don't know. But I hear they're good.”
 “I wonder how much they paid for these?”
 “I really don't know.”
 “They look like expensive peanuts.”
 “Do they? I wouldn't know.”
 “Well, I am taking a cup full. You don't have to tell everyone else how many I'm eating.”
 “I'll keep it to myself.”

Three minutes later.
 “Did you see the peanuts on the table over there?”
 “Yes, I've heard quite a bit about the peanuts.”
 “Oh really? Did you know that I brought them in?”
 “No, I did not.”
 “Have you tried them?”
 “No.”
 “Does everyone know that I brought them?”
 “I didn't know who brought them, so no, I wasn't able to pass on that information.”
 “Well please let everyone know, maybe in an email. They were on sale. I saved about fifty cents. I would like the container back when it's empty. And don't remove the Mr. Peanut label.”