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America’s Got Overtime

, , , , , | Working | CREDIT: nothingbeast | August 16, 2021

I was employed at a small market radio station for many years a while back. I loved the actual work, but the people there were just terrible, particularly the manager in this story. She spent seven years pretending we were friends, working up from sales to sales manager and eventually station manager. And then, one day, she decided to make my job a completely miserable experience. She held station meetings without me, created recording sessions without putting them on my schedule, ignored my reports of tech issues so things never got fixed… It was ridiculous how little managing she actually did.

Since we were a small staff, and I was the employee with the most years, I had a lot of responsibilities. I did everything except sell ads. Every day had the same main responsibilities, but minor changes kept each day different. I punched in at 8:00 am and co-hosted the final hour of the morning show, answered phones and the door all day, recorded ads and clients, edited shows, did the afternoon broadcast from 1:00 to 5:00 pm, and prerecorded the evening news block to air after I left for the day.

One day, the morning show host decided we needed to talk about “America’s Got Talent,” but by the time he had this great idea, auditions were already three shows in. I had never watched the show before because I absolutely hated reality TV. But I thought, “What could it hurt?” and I went home that night to watch the week four episode. While it was entertaining, it was also an overly padded waste of time. But I did my “homework” and did the show the next morning and hyped it up like it was the greatest thing ever.

The next week, I forgot to watch. I went into work and the morning show host asked what I thought. I panicked for a second before telling him I didn’t see it. Since I had about twenty minutes of morning news before I was live, I ran to my office and checked online for a highlight reel. And there it was! An hour-long TV show whittled down to a fifteen-minute video! Perfect! When it was done, I moved to the broadcast studio and did a great recap of last night’s episode. Even the host, who watched the entire show, thought I did a great job keeping up with him.

The sixth episode came around, and this time, I remembered it was on, but since I knew the TV station was going to post the highlights for me the next day, I opted to spend my free time on something that I actually wanted to do. The next morning, I went straight to the highlight reel and got caught up on every act that was important enough to talk about. Again, the show host thought I did a great job.

But my manager didn’t think it was good enough. She called me into her office.

Manager: “Why are you purposely ignoring requests to watch America’s Got Talent?”

Me: “What difference does it make whether I watch the hour-long broadcast — full of commercials and long-winded filler to stretch the run time — or the highlight reel that has every high point and does the same job in fifteen minutes.”

Manager: “It makes a difference!”

She did not elaborate. She was always pulling that “I’m right and I don’t have to tell you why” crap.

Manager: “Next week is when the judges will begin cutting acts, and there are going to be episodes every Tuesday and Wednesday for the rest of the broadcast. Watching them is mandatory!

Me: “How long are these episodes?”

Manager: “They’re an hour each.”

And that’s when I decided to put an end to this bulls*** once and for all.

Me: “So, that’s two hours of show prep each week. Do I mark that down on my timesheet as overtime, or am I expected to cut out at 3:00 pm on Fridays so I don’t go over my scheduled forty hours?”

My manager’s eyes bugged out as if she had never once expected me to demand payment for dictating how I spend my time outside of the office. I just stood there, waiting to see if I was going to be making extra money or getting an early start to the weekend.

Suddenly, the fifteen-minute highlight reel during regular paid office hours was “good enough”. Funny how that works, eh?

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She Didn’t Make It To Television, But Not Always Right Is Even Better!

, , , , , , | Right | December 1, 2020

I am driving while listening to a local radio station. This is shortly after a Florida pastor made the news when he announced plans to burn copies of the Quran. The DJs are interviewing an elderly woman who is threatening to do the same unless her demands are met.

Caller: “I have it all ready. I bought two copies from the Internet and I will set fire to them on my grill unless I get what I want.”

DJ: “Well, [Caller], what exactly is it that you want?”

Caller: “Let me tell you a story. When I was a young girl, I attended the 1939 World’s Fair and I saw a television broadcast of a woman dancing, and I thought ‘someday that’s going to be me’.”

DJ: “So, you want to be on television?”

Caller: “That’s right. I want to be put on television, and I want to be interviewed by Larry King before he retires.”

DJ: “And if that doesn’t happen, you’re going to burn two copies of the Quran?”

Caller: “That’s right.”

DJ: *Audibly flabbergasted* “[Caller], I gotta say, that is the most detestable thing I have ever heard.”

Caller: *Crying* “I am not a young woman anymore! I’m afraid if I don’t do something now, I won’t have time to do it later!”

DJ: *Sighs* “Okay, how about this? [Co-Host] does a telethon every year to raise funds for the animal shelter. How would you like to be a part of that?”

Caller: *Sounding disgusted* “Oh, what, am I going to have to hold some one-eyed puppy, too?!”

DJ: “Okay, we’re done here.” *Hangs up*

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Third Shift, First Priority

, , , , | Right | August 7, 2020

I just started DJing at a local radio station, and since I’m new, I’m on air at odd hours of the morning. It’s about 4:30 am and I get a phone call. I’m thinking that since it’s so early, it’s my supervisor and something’s wrong. I’m tired and very nervous.

Me: “Good morning, this is [Station].”

Caller: “Hi, can I talk to the DJ that’s on now?”

Me: “This is her.”

Caller: “Oh, good. I just wanted to say that those of us working third shift love that you’re on air this late. We tune in every night. You guys do a great job and we really appreciate it.”

This was years ago, and I later worked my way up to being a drive-time DJ, but that is still one of my best experiences.


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Attracted To Trouble

, , , , , , | Working | March 9, 2020

Around 1999 or so, I was a brand-new IT manager in a conglomerate of radio stations. We had a sleeve of “account executives” who thought they were all that.

One called my office one day saying that her data was gone and she couldn’t work, and that her computer was dead. I asked her to bring the box to me, and she did. I rebuilt it with the backup data. The next week, it died again. I rebuilt again. The next week, yet again.

She emailed the GM, VP of operations, my boss, and the owner of the company saying that I was unable to do my job. I was annoyed, at least. The next week, she had the same complaint about her desktop box. I went to her cubicle and retrieved a tower with no fewer than twenty fridge magnets affixed to it. I was vindicated.

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Clients Like This Should Only Exist In Folklore

, , , , | Right | January 25, 2020

(My father works at a local radio station selling ads. One day, he receives a call from one of his clients. This client is a very well-known and wealthy businessman, as well as a person who doesn’t take any crap from anyone, customer or not.)

Client: “You are playing the wrong ad on the radio.”

Dad: “We played the ad that you folks sent to us.”

(The client slams the phone down. My father calls back, but the client won’t take any of his calls. After a week of trying to get a hold of him, my father finally asks the receptionist.)

Dad: “What happened? Did I do something wrong?”

Receptionist: “You insulted him.”

Dad: “What?! How?”

Receptionist: “You said ‘folks.’ To [Client], the word ‘folk’ is referring to the common folk. He thinks he is too rich to be considered common folk.”

(Eventually, my father did get to talk and apologize to the client, and they had no more problems, although my father had to really watch what words he used.)

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