Sunday, July 15, 2007
Four Weeks In
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
A Cold, A Heatwave and A New Beginning
Saturday, June 16, 2007
I Passed! Woo Hoo Let's Party!!!
Last Tuesday I went to the County orientation meeting. Me and four other future county employees. They showed a 40-minute video and had us fill out all the insurance, union options and other items. The stack of fill-out forms was--no kidding--nearly half a foot thick.
It's ironic, but I'll be dealing with bureaucratic piles of paperwork and regulations for this job.
Saturday, June 9, 2007
Drug Test
Got a call this week... "Are you still available for this job? Do you still want it?"
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Midway On Our Life's Journey...
In dark woods, the right road lost.
-Canto I, 1-2
From Dante's Inferno, translated by Robert Pinsky
The sionara to Bob Thomas was less a eulogy than a performance.
Dave Tappan emceed the event Saturday. Dave said in the introductory remarks that Bob would have wanted people attending his funeral to be laughing and having a good time. I think that was accomplished. A lot of funny Bob Stories were told. Dave introduced each speaker. After he said some things (talked about Bob never removing his socks, even when he got a new pair of sandals from his brother), he introduced Jenny Jones (now with KGO in San Francisco) who sang Green Day's "Time of Your Life", then Billy Pilgrim, then Gary Moore (who threw out the story of Bob's dentures flying out of his mouth during a recording session--by the way my one Bob story was going to be about his dentures that he started using just days into beginning the morning show at Q97; at the time I was the overnight guy and it was the funniest thing I've heard on the radio--nearly drove off the road when he tried to read "Shasta County Sheriff's Department"...Now, was this intentional, or just Bob?), then Cindy Shaw, then Chellie (who replaced me and others at the recent shake-up... but I guess she let Bob live with her and her husband for the better part of a year and was ready to donate a kidney [!], but Bob--as she said, tearfully--didn't want to put her health at risk), then Bob's brother from Nebraska (who said that he wasn't very good at public speaking, "because I'm not a radio guy. I worked 35 years as a police officer. Bob thought that was a big deal, but I was always really proud of Bob... I never told him I loved him, but I did...), and a wrap up by Dave. There was a short powerpoint presentation of two-second dissolves of pictures from birth, childhood, B94, Q97, with Van Morrison's "Into The Mystic". Good song choice, though it's one of those things that you say to yourself, "I could have done better". It was a presentation made by local filmmaker Jake Daniels. This is a guy who makes a living making films... films about homicidal maniacs that are bloody ridiculous. He gets paid to make films.
I take a moment now to sigh, inwardly.
Dave said in his closing comments that Bob was "very good at what he did. He was a great DJ".
Now, as I leave this industry behind, two of the big voices in this area have died. I'm glad I never did either of these gentleman any harm. I was never their supervisor or manager that had to fire them. Some of the people who attended the funerals for Jerry McGee and Bob Thomas were among the crappy people that have small souls. They can talk the talk, but how do they feel inside? From what I understand Bob was completely broke for the better part of a year, had just gotten on his feet for a few weeks, then died. Jerry had one thing keeping him going. That one thing was the daily ritual of going to the radio station, doing his daily duties. How does it feel to be the person that fired Jerry McGee? He was dead within six months of losing work.
I take a moment to sigh inwardly, again.
I'll probably find out this week the results of this interminably long process of becoming Kafka; my transformation into a governmental worker bee. Even if they do hire me, I'll still have a long way to go with my transformation. My metamorphosis, if you will. Radio will always be in my blood, though. I started pushing buttons (board-opping, as we say in da bidness) when I was 13. That's a long time. Once it gets in you, they say, you can never get it out: The desire to do radio akin to an incurable virus. Right now, I don't have any desire to go back. That may change... but attending Bob's memorial service shifts my focus. Radio has never been my entire being, it's just what I do. And now with a family, children and mid-way through life's journey, I may have left it behind for good.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Two Big Voices
When I worked with him, though, what we mainly talked about was radio. He had many stories about the barnstorming days of radio in Redding. I would share my stories. I always said that I wanted to run a tape while he told broadcasting stories. I never did, of course. Jerry was very self-effacing. His humor and comments were occasionally cutting. He would always include himself.
There are Bob Thomas stories I can tell and Jerry McGee stories I can tell, but this might not be the forum. They'll appear if I progress through my spotty biography on this blog.
I'll miss both of these guys. We who shared the airwaves share a kindred soul.
I've left radio business behind for now. (Okay, I do an occasional voice-over, but that's it!)
Now, on to becoming Kafka. It's been two weeks since the three-panel interview. It should just be a matter of days now when I find out if they want me.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Then There Were Three
I heard an obese woman with a dirty shirt scream, "You come anywhere near me you mother-fucker! That restraining order. Remember, jackass?"
I thought maybe I was in the wrong building. But then a kind woman about 50ish, carrying a clipboard and as if she were a waitress at Applebees, said, "Your name, please?"
She told me that they were changing their interview style today. Turns out it was the same style as the last one: A THREE person panel interview ("And maybe four," she said). We had 20 minutes to prepare for the interview, getting a copy of the nine questions and the opportunity to sit in a quiet room. Two other interviewees sat scribbling on paper in what looked like a testing room.
Well, it went pretty well. The questions were nearly identical to the previous panel interview. The last one was with the state, this one was with the county's HR department. I added some things that I thought I should have added last time. I made 'em laugh; made 'em cry.
Okay, maybe they didn't cry, but they did laugh and smile. But I also think they were just trying to be friendly and human. (At least one of them was with Human Resources, after all.)
So now I'm back to waiting. They're calling past employers and personal references.
Maybe mid-June they said.
Monday, May 7, 2007
To Be or Not to Be
My final interview is set for next week.
One thing. These appointments keep getting earlier and earlier:
- The written test was at about 11AM...
- Then the oral exam was at 9:45AM...
- Now the final interview is scheduled for 8:40AM.
I confirmed my interview time, leaving a message with the interviewer. Her hours are Monday through Thursday 7AM(!) to 6PM(!)... That's 4 days a week. "I do not work Fridays," she said on her voicemail message. I'm wondering if that would be my schedule if I get the job.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
One Step Closer...
One Step Closer...
...To becoming enveloped into the bureaucratic womb of the welfare state--the government side... To becoming Kafka.
I did well on the oral exam. I was informed that my combined score between the written and oral exams gave me a ranking of 4. So that means that there were only three people that scored better than me. Hundreds took the written exam, but I'm not sure how many passed. Nonetheless, I'm in the chosen few. I think I might actually make it in.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
No, We're Not There Yet
I will find out within the week whether I will step ever closer to becoming Kafa and be immersed in the government.
What happened to the radio?
Good question. Answer: There are many, but deregulation, the internet and corporate media mergers is what happened to the radio. Now, the music is still there, but it is bereft of personality, relevance and diversity.
I never could have gotten on the radio on my own. My dad happened to be in the business. What I really wanted to be was an astronomer, a writer, a computer scientist, a filmmaker. I was a big radio listener in the mid- to late-seventies, both music and spoken word. The last remnants of dramatic radio could be heard with shows like Mystery Theater on CBS Radio. KSFO AM 560 in San Francisco broadcast this show every weeknight at 9PM. It was on later than my bedtime (I was only 10 years old), so I would take my small AM-only GE transistor radio and listen to Mystery Theater through my pillow. After Mystery Theater, was the KSFO Comedy Hour. On Sunday Nights I listened to Dr. Demento's show of odd and occasionally funny songs. On Saturday nights, I scanned the dial, feigning sleep, and found stations all across the west coast.
I began recording radio programs when I got a cassette recorder for Christmas when I was 11. I would take the recorder with me wherever I went and listen to E.G. Marshall introduce a Sherlock Holmes or Edgar Allen Poe mystery. One week they did an original series of programs on Ancient Egypt. This was during the Tutankhamen exhibit that toured the U.S. that year. 1976? 1977? I still have some of these recordings to this day. I would listen to Mystery Theater and other programs over and over; while riding the school bus home, mowing the lawn, or hiking in the nearby hills. My peers may have been listening to music, but I was listening to these dramatic radio programs.
What a sad, isolated youth I led.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Who The Hell Is Kafka?
I know.
KD Lang, right?
Not really. Just a very important writer from Prague. He worked in an insurance office to make a living and wrote some of the most influential fiction in the 2oth century. (Wikipedia Bio here)
This picture was taken in 1917. Now, my ears aren't as big as his, but I'm pursuing a job in government to pay the bills. I've spent the last 25 years working in an industry that most people would think as fun, cool, or just really really neat: Radio.
Yes, radio. The lumbering dinosaur of the media. But I've become bitter about this industry. Radio turned its back on me November 30th, 2006. More on that later. I still love it, and it will always be a part of me, but the bitterness and cynicism wore me down long before they grew tired of me. More on that later, too.
Today I couldn't believe it. A panel of three government workers questioned me in a professional, non-judgemental way that was totally foreign to me. In radio, interviews always were about "selling yourself" and selling your soul. I always felt like I was trying to be someone that wasn't me. Does that make any sense? Well, I'll try to make sense of all this self-analysis through this blog.