Finals

Last day at the old desk. The ride has been a brief and hairied one.

The Professional stopped calling a few weeks ago. Which both Nicole and I found troublesome. Hopefully she made the move to Califronia she had been talking about.

My direct boss (we'll call her Secretariat, because she's one hell of a work horse) is being moved to the front desk. But she's keeping most of her responsibilities. Which is bullshit. She's been here over a decade.

Ending the year and ending the job seem coalesce nicely, for some reason. A very clean break with a year that, for me at least, was pretty terrible.

About a week or two after the layoff, I was offered another job at the station. But in speaking with HR today in turns out my transfer is not yet approved. My keys must be returned.

If anything happens, I'll let you know. Until then adieu, adieu. Remember me.


GHOST
... Fare thee well at once.
The glow-worm shows the matin to be near
And 'gins to pale his ineffectual fire.
Adieu, adieu, adieu! Remember me.

Hamlet I.v

NYE

All week (actually maybe the last 10 days) I've been getting calls from prizewinners asking about our new years eve hours so they can claim their prize.

Total prizewinners in today:

2

New Program Director

Aaron: [Standard Greeting.]

No Sports Please: Are you a sports station now?
A: No...
NSP: You're broadcasting sports.
A: Occasionally we do broadcast local sports games.
NSP: But you can get sports anywhere.
A: Uh, I guess so.
NSP: I want to listen to [policitical talk radio program].
A: Well, it appears we're broadcasting a game.
NSP: Why?
A: I don't know.
NSP: Why don't you know?
A: Because I don't make the programming decisions.
NSP: Well, you should.
A: Ha! Ok, well you talk to the people at the top about that.
NSP: No, it's true.

(click.)

Most Fruitless Call Ever

Aaron: [Standard greeting.]
I Do Know: Hi.
A: [Standard greeting.]
IDN: Did I win?
A: Are you tring to reach the studio?
IDN: I was trying to win the contest.
A: Ok, then you need to call the studio line.
IDN: Ok.
A: Do you have the number?
IDN: Yes.
A: Ok.
IDN: ...
A: So you have that number?
IDN: Yes.
A: Ok... bye.

Click.

IF YOU HAVE THE NUMBER FOR THE STUDIO WHY ARE YOU CALLING THIS LINE?

Sick

Memo (I Wish I Could Write) to All Employees:

Don't walk around work without your shoes on. That's fucking disgusting.


- Aaron

Quiet

This prizewinner had several things working against her:
1) she was one of those that, despite the fact the station she won with is always called by it's call letters, adds vowels and stretches it into a word. Which is stupid and confusing.
2) she was unclear exactly where she was.
3) when I address her to see what she's arrived for, she does not respond with her business with the station.

Aaron: So go ahead and fill out both of these sheets and then the highlighted sections on this page.
(starts filling out paperwork)
Chipper McPrizewinner: (after filling out first page) Do I have to fill out this page?
A: Yes.
C McP: And this page?
A: Yes.
C McP: Well you're not with it this morning are you?
A: ... It's... early... I guess.
C McP: No it's not.
A: Mmmmhmmm.
C McP: It's quiet in here.
A: ...
C McP: Oh no! You're going to know how old I am.
A: ...
C McP: It's quiet in here.
A: ...
C McP: Ok, there we go I think that's everything.
A: Can you fill out this section here?
C McP: There we go.
A: Thanks.
C McP: It's quiet in here.
A: There's actually a radio playing right there behind you.
C McP: Yeah, I can't hear that. It's too quiet in here. I'm used to lots of noise. I can't hear that.
A: Alright thanks for coming in!
C McP: (starts to go, comes back) When can I win again?
A: 30 days.
C McP: Alright, see you then.
A: (heavy sigh) Yep.

Sympathy Pains

I had assumed I (well, the both of us really) would have been included in the mass email proclaiming the loss of Nicole and I. I must have assumed wrong. The sympathies are starting to pour in, not to mention the outrage at the injustice as well as the utter confusion as to how/why the people upstairs came to this decision, but I have received no such email.

It begins...

-Aaron