Wednesday, Nov. 16, 2005
Oooh Baby Baby
New Guy showed up this morning on schedule and ended up doing most of my air shift. He still sucks, but he doesn't suck as bad as Radiogurl on a coughing fit in mid-weather-forecast.
The one thing that shocked me when I moved here was the dearth of qualified people in radio. The other major station here in town, the one in the same building, hired retirees from off the street to work on the air. Some of them are as bad or worse than the folks who elect to do their own commercials. The job doesn't pay much, granted, but radio in general doesn't pay much unless you're Howard Stern or Delilah.
I don't know if the younger folks have become disillusioned with the business in general or what. I'd about give anything for some bright-eyed college intern who at least has the potential to make it in this business. If you can get qualified people in Globe, you should have NO problem attracting someone here. But noooooo...
Small market stations used to be both a community resource and the training grounds for the people who went to large-market stations. In the area of satellite radio, though, the locally-programmed small market radio station is fast becoming the dinosaur, like so much of Americana. Sadder still, those rare locally programmed stations generally carry the majority of the local listening audience, even those whose musical tastes don't match the station format. But like the mom-and-pop stores put out of business by Wally World, small radio stations are probably destined to disappear sooner or later.
This missive is going to be pretty short tonight. I crawled through the door when I arrived home from work this afternoon and became one with my living room sofa for the next five hours. I don't think an atom bomb could have dislodged me. I'll be going back to bed shortly, too. I pushed too hard too soon yesterday and it came back to bite me in the butt today. And since I really, REALLY can't afford to get (any more) miserably sick and/or lose my voice, I'm going to have to baby myself as much as I can.
Insert your choice of 'fever' themed oldies here. Unfortunately this kind of fever doesn't include some hot young thing - unless you count the fresh cup of tea I took from the microwave.
If I haven't commented on your diary today, I will try my best to catch up, but for now I am calling it a night. This is my brain on NyQuil.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )