I know, I know...

It's been a while since my last post but there have been extenuating circumstances.  By that I mean, I have spent the first half of my unemployment chasing down a Program Director of a new radio station that would have fit me like a shoe.  But he has either been too sick, too busy, too sick again, in meetings or getting ready to get out early for the Easter weekend to make time for me.  Clearly, in the radio business, I have been blown off with every possible excuse now.  I came to realize that on Monday,  as I moped around giving away all my posessions and tying up loose ends.  I'm only kidding, but those thoughts have crossed my mind.

This guy has had nearly a dozen people contact him and tell him what a "great talent" I am and would be great for the new station.  I have won awards, set records for listenership, been a forerunner of the ever elusive six figure salary for a disc jockey in a medium size market and a frontrunner in raising money for St. Jude.  I have been the most familiar face on the radio in Wichita, yet it really all means nothing now.  I am a 50+ disc jockey trying to get at least an interview with a radio station that just fired all their 50+ employees.  What in the hell was I thiking?

I just came to the conclusion Tuesday that he just didn't want to interview me so I wrote him the following e mail:

 "I don't want to be a burden on anyone and I also don't want to have to grovel to get an interview.  I appreciate your efforts thus far but I have to assume you either don't have any time to talk to me or you have no positions open.  Either way, I understand.  I know I would be a huge asset to any company that hires me so I am moving on to pursue other opportunites.  If something would come open and you feel a professional,mature award winning, successful person would be right for it feel free to give me a call.  In the meantime I may have an opportuity with Pizzahut.  Be sure to tip your driver."

Today I received his response:

"Tim--I apologize for not being able to get us together...still want to. Candidly, our soon-to-start B******d staff have been signed-up and I'm preparing for them to start...that along with our Spring promotions has had me sneaking out to the grocery store for lunch whenever I can.  I\have a lot of respect for you and will continue to look for\opportunities within E*******m and radio in general...and we'll split a meatlovers soon.

Thanks for understanding."

Well, I wish all the best to the staff who was being interviewed and hired as I grovelled for an interview like a starving orphan for a second helping.  But then again, who wants someone on their staff that actually played this music when it was new, partied backstage with most of the artists by persoanl invitation, and knows the music and the background about as thoroughly as anyone.  I'm guessing, not anyone.  But I'm not bitter.

So, when I say be sure to tip your pizza delivery driver, I'm just being selfish.  By the way, I did shame my friend into lunch and it was quite refreshing.  We're planning on taking a vacation in late July...not him and I, the family...hope a job doesn't come up and interfere with our plans.

That is all...Peters out!!!

Since we last met...

I did receive an offer from a friend in the business for lunch, his treat.  I think it was the gun metal flavor curiosity that provoked him to write.  So, naturally, I started starving myself in anticipation of the forthcoming feast at someone else's expense.  I finally had to eat something on Saturday as I was really getting hungry because he never called to set up the lunch.  I also heard from another friend that I should write a tell all book, sell it to Hollywood and retire into fabulous wealth.  I told her that there are just some things about my past that a tell all book would do nothing but to serve me getting a huge ass kicking.  None of us want that do we? 

Making a tell all movie would probably be too racy with sex and nudity that it would either be considered porn or extreme comedy.  Probably comedy if I played myself in the love scenes.  Everyone who knows me knows that my first sexual experience was getting naked wth a girl and sitting on the edge of the bed and pointing and laughing at each other.  I didn't see another real naked girl until I was in my twenties.  And to see me naked would just not be right.  Now, none of us really want that do we?

I did however, finally hear from the Program Director of the station I have been bothering about a job.  We are supposed to meet Tuesday.  I hope it's not just a courtesy interview because I had everyone and their cousin call him and tell him what an incredible talent I used to be.  The key phrase is, used to be.  I still believe I can be successful, but radio stations keep putting me in positions that a miracle must happen before success will.  The problem is also that I have realized that I can't live on my past successes no matter how huge they were.  I must prove I can do it now, in the present. 

If that doesn't work, I'm calling up that girl that I first got naked with and having a few laughs. 

That is all...Peters out!!!

 

 

Week 7....

Well, here I am in the 7th week of unemployment.  Radio had a poor fiscal fourth quarter yet I have yet to see a single sales man/woman or manager out of work because of it.  Right now I only have one opportunity out there.  He has left me completely in the dark as to what's going on with the jobs he has.  I guess I'll just continue to brew up stomach acid while he sits in his office and laughs.

Since there are no obvious openings in radio in Kansas City, I have put my shingle out to do dances.  I have a pretty good system I bought for Ashleigh's wedding and I've purchased a lighting system that's pretty cool and i have almost 50,000 songs to play, what the hell.  I've all ready booked April 12th.  This guy is making the arrangements for his boss's son's wedding.  His e mail sounded like one of those money transfer offers I get about once a day.  Broken English is nothing to sneeze at.  Watch the news on April 13th to see if a well dressed man's body was discovered in Overland Park somewhere.  Wouldn't surprise me a bit the way my luck is running.

I am having a poor fiscal first quarter and I have no one to fire!

I'm really looking forward to getting back to work.  Unfortunately, there are about two million other radio guys doing the same thing.  I wonder if they've gotten tired of the flavor of gun metal yet?

That is all...Peters out!