Choices, choices.....
I'm feeling a little more secure,
I signed some paperwork,
met the team,
and got the lowdown on why they created my position.
I also know how much money I make!
I MAKE MONEY AGAIN!
Dollar at a time, yo.
I will be working with all the office branches.
Connecting the Production Team,
Marketing Team,
and Development Team
through the keyhole of local arts community.
It's part-time.
I love part-time.
Part-time is my BE.
Who has TIME to work full time?
I mean, most ya'll DO it...
but don't you notice
that nagging feeling...
.... of being dead inside...?
And worrying that your fantasizing too much
about all the things you'd rather being doing
and the places you'd rather be,
throughout your workday?
Yeah.
I've found an average 24 hour workday... keeps that feeling at bay.
It also means that when a 40 hour week,
or 50 hour week,
or even 60 hour week is required...
due to co-worker family emergencies,
or health emergencies,
or vacations,
or whatever....
can be covered easily,
without the whole staff
LOSING THEIR MIND
trying to take up the slack!
Guess who has the energy to DO that,
once in awhile,
without complaint?
Enter the refreshed, happy
and under-appreciated part-time worker!
When I brought up that I have a memorial service coming up,
and an extended weekend planned,
AND... a European trip next year...
My executive producer waved me away.
"That is seriously no problem.
You've already helped us quite a bit!
I'm not worried, and you shouldn't worry.
You're making your own hours here;
your own schedule.
It's not a big deal, as long as you follow through,
doing what you're supposed to do."
Also? Early mornings NOT REQUIRED.
These people be speaking my LANGUAGE!
He gave me a tour of the station.
Oooh, editing bays.
Oooh, control room.
Oooh, studios.
No, really... I love it!
I still love visiting the radio station,
and I've been working there 13 years.
It's STILL exciting.
Now I also get to work in a TV station?
Nice.
He invited me to a recording session later that night.
This is where choices come in.
My original plans were to see the surviving members
of a politically-charged folk trio
from the 1960s.
(For a taste of their lead's pipes,
[murder most foul!]
skip to about 2:30....)
I have some of their albums I want signed.
Ok, ok... I want ALL my albums of theirs signed.
(Did you know I'm an old lady
in a middle-aged Gen Y lady's body?)
I'm a huge fan of their recordings.
But then again,
I also have their phone numbers,
so maybe I should just call them...
... and schedule a promotional interview,...
and get my stuff signed then...
and... talk to them,
rather than go to their event?
And instead.... go spend more time at the TV station?
Because it was my first day,
and I was invited,
and I should probably learn
how a tv-show is produced...
especially when it is a TV show,
I will be helping to produce?
So, yes.
I went to the studio.
And it REALLY WAS exciting!
I met the rest of the actual production team.
The guests all assumed I was An Important Person
since everyone with a headset
worked very hard to introduce themselves to me.
It is a situation where being a youngish white female
makes me unusual.
It's mostly white guys with grey hair
who have 10-20 years on me.
But they're friendly,
and everyone wears jeans.
Nice.
I was useless.
I couldn't even point the way to the bathroom,
but, it was pretty great.
I'm not a producer,
or cameraman,
so no one expected anything of me.
In fact, they were surprised I came.
And that I stayed
through all the set up,
recording,
and tear down.
Dude.
I'm a theater kid.
And I've set up a live radio hookup more than once.
I GET IT.
I ain't no rube!
I AM HERE FOR THIS!
Hope you aren't hate-scrolling
over my sudden love of .gif-expressions.
Sorry.
I've been full of big feels lately,
so big
only action-filled pop-culture references
can possibly
describe them!
I'm just glad I don't feel like Homestar anymore...
Poor Homestar....
I signed some paperwork,
met the team,
and got the lowdown on why they created my position.
I also know how much money I make!
I MAKE MONEY AGAIN!
Dollar at a time, yo.
I will be working with all the office branches.
Connecting the Production Team,
Marketing Team,
and Development Team
through the keyhole of local arts community.
It's part-time.
I love part-time.
Part-time is my BE.
Who has TIME to work full time?
I mean, most ya'll DO it...
but don't you notice
that nagging feeling...
.... of being dead inside...?
And worrying that your fantasizing too much
about all the things you'd rather being doing
and the places you'd rather be,
throughout your workday?
Yeah.
I've found an average 24 hour workday... keeps that feeling at bay.
It also means that when a 40 hour week,
or 50 hour week,
or even 60 hour week is required...
due to co-worker family emergencies,
or health emergencies,
or vacations,
or whatever....
can be covered easily,
without the whole staff
LOSING THEIR MIND
trying to take up the slack!
Guess who has the energy to DO that,
once in awhile,
without complaint?
Enter the refreshed, happy
and under-appreciated part-time worker!
When I brought up that I have a memorial service coming up,
and an extended weekend planned,
AND... a European trip next year...
My executive producer waved me away.
"That is seriously no problem.
You've already helped us quite a bit!
I'm not worried, and you shouldn't worry.
You're making your own hours here;
your own schedule.
It's not a big deal, as long as you follow through,
doing what you're supposed to do."
Also? Early mornings NOT REQUIRED.
These people be speaking my LANGUAGE!
He gave me a tour of the station.
Oooh, editing bays.
Oooh, control room.
Oooh, studios.
No, really... I love it!
I still love visiting the radio station,
and I've been working there 13 years.
It's STILL exciting.
Now I also get to work in a TV station?
Nice.
He invited me to a recording session later that night.
This is where choices come in.
My original plans were to see the surviving members
of a politically-charged folk trio
from the 1960s.
Click to view(For a taste of their lead's pipes,
[murder most foul!]
skip to about 2:30....)
I have some of their albums I want signed.
Ok, ok... I want ALL my albums of theirs signed.
(Did you know I'm an old lady
in a middle-aged Gen Y lady's body?)
I'm a huge fan of their recordings.
But then again,
I also have their phone numbers,
so maybe I should just call them...
... and schedule a promotional interview,...
and get my stuff signed then...
and... talk to them,
rather than go to their event?
And instead.... go spend more time at the TV station?
Because it was my first day,
and I was invited,
and I should probably learn
how a tv-show is produced...
especially when it is a TV show,
I will be helping to produce?
So, yes.
I went to the studio.
And it REALLY WAS exciting!
I met the rest of the actual production team.
The guests all assumed I was An Important Person
since everyone with a headset
worked very hard to introduce themselves to me.
It is a situation where being a youngish white female
makes me unusual.
It's mostly white guys with grey hair
who have 10-20 years on me.
But they're friendly,
and everyone wears jeans.
Nice.
I was useless.
I couldn't even point the way to the bathroom,
but, it was pretty great.
I'm not a producer,
or cameraman,
so no one expected anything of me.
In fact, they were surprised I came.
And that I stayed
through all the set up,
recording,
and tear down.
Dude.
I'm a theater kid.
And I've set up a live radio hookup more than once.
I GET IT.
I ain't no rube!
I AM HERE FOR THIS!
Hope you aren't hate-scrolling
over my sudden love of .gif-expressions.
Sorry.
I've been full of big feels lately,
so big
only action-filled pop-culture references
can possibly
describe them!
I'm just glad I don't feel like Homestar anymore...
Poor Homestar....