Friday, Aug. 25, 2006
This morning's interview lasted from 9:30am to 12:15 this afternoon.
And yeah, that pretty much means what a long interview ALWAYS means. I'm waiting for the "official" offer but I was told more or less, as long as my references don't peg me as a serial killer or a closet Nazi sympathizer, I'm hired effective bright and surly Monday or Tuesday morning. Which start day will be based on whether or not their sales manager can reach all of my references this afternoon (and I threw in a couple of extras just in case, since I know that one of them is not the easiest person to reach.)
I did NOT get hired to the job for which I originally applied. I DID get hired for one that pays more, as much to start as the one I left behind in Payson, plus they asked me (discreetly, of course) if I'd eventually be interested in becoming that department head, a year or two down the line. I figure when you're interviewing for position A, you get bumped to position B and are asked about becoming manager of Department B, the interview's going pretty damned well.
I told them as simply as I could that I was dismissed from my prior job, and why (or at least a very PC version thereof.) I explained that I had a 'personality conflict' with my boss there, that we strongly disagreed about how the station should be run. Better to just say you were fired, straight out, than to have the Sword of Damocles hanging over your head. They asked me if the former boss would give me a bad reference or not; I told them honestly that I didn't know, that he's inconsistent and I never knew quite what to expect. I don't think there is a PC way to say that, is there? I then explained to the paper's GM (general manager) in private what was the icing on the cake for me, anyway - the infamous incident in which I explained to my former boss that our advertisers said, "We don't listen and nobody else does, either, because blah blah blah..." and former boss's response was, "When are these people going to realize that this is MY radio station?"
When I put it into that context, and made it clear that I was choosing my words very carefully, you saw the light bulb blink on over the GM's head. I think if anything, that cinched it for me.
Oh well, I'll take the job if it comes my way. The stress won't completely subside until I've got my first paycheck in hand and see that I can handle the job itself, but at least it's headed in the right direction. Their biggest concern was that I'd leave the newspaper to work for radio. I told them - flat out and in absolute honesty - that I wanted OUT of radio because it is such a flaky business. Screw PC when it came to that. As tempting as it was, I didn't add that almost everyone in the radio business is a prima donna and I'm sick to death of it.
So while I won't really relax tonight until I hear a definite answer, at least I am operating on the thought that my bills are covered for a while longer. Thank God.
The Brass Ring deal isn't history, either - but this will easily take care of business while we're building the Tower of Babel to reach the Brass Ring. This actually is kind of a mini Brass Ring, itself, with the potential to make well more than double what I was making in Payson if I stick with them. Throw in significantly lower living expenses here, and baby, I'll be one very happy camper if it all works out.
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 - )