Wednesday, Nov. 02, 2005
Where Is An Apostrpophe When You Need One
I was enormously relieved today when one of our sponsors postponed coming in to record her own underwriting announcement, saying she'd caught a cold. I don't wish a cold on anyone, of course - but I was so exhausted this afternoon I was pushing the limits of safety to drive the four miles of back roads between work and home.
While occasionally a sponsor has a wonderful voice and manner and sounds great doing his or her own announcing, in general they SUCK. (Dangerspouse and Colz, you know what I'm talking about.) I mean, the suckage is worse than sucky. It's downright painful at times. Some voices grate worse than fingernails on a chalkboard. Add to that an atrocious presentation style and the inability to read without stumbling, and you have an invitation to three hours of unpaid overtime while attempting to get this person sounding at least semi-human on the air.
To that end, I have invested in a very basic studio tool. In order to get these folks to remember to smile when they speak, I keep three huge peacock feathers in the studio and I wield them like wands when producing an announcement. It's impossible not to smile when you've been threatened via peacock feather. I'm vicious that way!
It's something most people outside this business don't get: when you smile, people really CAN hear it. It is more than an attitude change: it changes the shape of your mouth and throat when you speak. Try it when you answer the phone and really listen to yourself. You'll probably be surprised. Of course a genuine smile is always best, but if you can't do that, at least paste one on.
Despite being dead on my butt, I feel like I accomplished a few things. Got started on the weekend programs at work, check. Talked to lady about the house I want to rent - looks like it's going to be April (which, considering my current financial situation, is a good thing) before their new house is done and they'll be ready to rent their current place. I am looking forward to getting into a house. The place where I'm now living, my boss rented for me day one when I arrived. While I'm grateful, I'm also looking forward to having a bit more space. I don't have a roommate, though that's something I might consider if I do rent the house. Broke as I am, I've never done the roommate thing, not since having a dorm-mate in college.
I told my future landlady that while I'm looking forward to the move, I don't have any of my furniture any more. She just smiled and said that won't be a problem - so maybe I'll luck out and be able to rent it at least partly furnished.
This afternoon I also took a step on the uber-personal end of things. Emailed Mr. Complicated and explained where I was coming from and why I carry such enormous reservations about becoming involved with him. I am compassionate and concerned about his situation; but I can't afford to let compassion overtake common sense, and am unwilling to substitute a rescue for being with someone who loves me.
He replied that he was just grateful I didn't arbitrarily dismiss him, as most people would do on principle, and that he wants the opportunity to prove himself.
Maybe I should dismiss him. I just don't know.
I should probably write more to the guy who claims to want what I want. His principles sound similar to mine (if there's even a smidgeon of truth in what he's told me,) but something tells me that's where all similarities end, sad to say. Plus I wouldn't feel free to ask him to move here, nor do I really want to move to the Phoenix metro area, all things considered.
To be perfectly honest, I'm looking forward to the road trip to San Diego. I'm hoping for an opportunity to get away from all of this and really clear my head.
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 - )