I Passed! Woo Hoo Let's Party!!!

So, I passed the drug and alcohol test and physical. For those of you familiar with the "turn and cough" part of the exam, you know about the abject humiliation that is the gonad-feel from your local physician. I haven't been able to find out what exactly they're testing with that "turn and cough", but if I do, I'll let you know.


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.

Drug Test

Got a call this week... "Are you still available for this job? Do you still want it?"

It's been four months since I applied, and it looks like they want me. Now it's off to fill out paperwork and take a drug test. I still can't believe it, but it looks like I'll be working in the bowels of bureaucracy.

No, I won't be working for the IRS. I'll be a case worker in the social services department, helping people get food and money to support their families. People who are down and out.

I've been getting a lot of emotional support from my family for getting this job: "Congratulations!"

But I don't know how I feel about it yet. It's a definite paradigm shift. How does one go from radio to working for the welfare office? I've been telling people, "It's a good thing they hired me: Instead of having to access their services, I'm just going to go work for them."

I've tried this before, you know. Trying to do something else other than radio. The difference here, is that this whole process of applying for the job has carried on such a long time. And also, there is training; at least two months of intensive training. So many jobs that I've had outside of broadcasting left me feeling either I was in over my head, or that I would lose it at any moment. I feel like I'm joining humanity, being given this one last chance to prove myself with a real job.

I need the stability. Maybe my mental acuity will return.

So it's off to the drug test on Monday. And we'll see.

Midway On Our Life's Journey...

Midway on our life's journey, I found myself
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.

Two Big Voices

Jerry McGee passed on a couple weeks ago. He was in his seventies, suffering from emphysema. He literally started radio in Redding back in the 50s, and worked (still doing production, still voicing commercials) up until six months ago. He served in the Korean War. Jerry didn't talk about the war much, just one story he mentioned about using his Zippo lighter to stay warm in the trenches.

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.

And just days ago we also lost Bob Thomas. He was one of the good guys. I remember meeting him at B94 in the 80s here in Redding. He always had something nice to say, always funny. I considered him a radio friend, though not a personal one. But I always knew that if I called him up, he would be as open and helpful as he could, especially if it had to do with our shared profession.

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.

Then There Were Three

I arrived at social services 2 minutes before the interview was to begin.

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.

To Be or Not to Be

So the saga continues... Another letter in the mail.
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.

One Step Closer...

Yes.
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.