Tayadore Goosel Has Left the Building: The Continuing Adventures of a Drunken DJ
For those of you that have no idea who (or what) Tayadore Goosel is please read the previous post: The Man that Changed My Life Tayadore Goosel. Now that we are all on the same page...wait a minute you haven't read it...Yes I'm talking to you. Go read it. Now...Alright now we can continue.Largely I love my job, as evidenced with the recent post about perks of the job. Or yesterday when I danced a jig in the hallways of the office after receiving a copy of the new Johnny Cash Album American V: A Hundred Highways. There are many things to like about being a Dj, particularly when compared to other, more physical occupations. However, before I reach the point of jubilation, I have to say that there are drawbacks to this position. First and foremost is pay which, while adequate, is definitely small. Ella and I do well, but that's mostly because of my moonlighting as a Soldier of Fortune.
The second negative to my current (dare I say) career (I dared), is the aforementioned listeners. What? Oh you didn't read the post did you? READ IT! Slackers! So listeners are the second negative, or at least the woefully uneducated, backwards, lonely, pushy listeners that is.
The third negative has recently been excised like a wart from the face of Joel's job happiness. What was this blemish on Joel's otherwise pleasant work environment? What blight caused Joel to dread going to the office? Why is Joel writing in the third person? Some questions may never be answered but the one about the third negative will. My boss got fired.
Let me explain for you the hierarchy of the radio station. There are part-timers. These exist on a lower plain of existence than the rest of us. Nocturnal creatures mostly, akin to Raccoons or Possums with less fur. They take on the worst jobs, for the least money and receive absolutely no authority as thanks for their efforts. Yes, I was once one of them (I'm a bit of legend in their villages now).
There are the jocks. If we are using a medieval analogy here, the part-timers being serfs then the jocks are Knights. Respected? Yes. Revered? Yes. Paid? No. Well not very much anyway. These are the guys (and girls) that are on the front lines, fighting the good fight, winning listeners to the station and pushing the latest crap from Music Row. Still very little authority but they at least have the respect (sort of) of their masters. This is the group I belong to. I am currently the senior announcer at our station and thus have a little more pull than the other cats. I also have a few other duties that we're about to cover.
Music Director. I currently hold half of this job. I am in charge of the Texas Music on our station. This affords me some creative influence as well as consultation on music adds from the other Music Director. The guy who holds that position is also...
Program Director and Operations Manager. This is for all intents and purposes my boss. Again in the medieval system he'd be the Duke or Lord of our Castle. He decides how our station sounds, who works when and for how long, who gets to do what live broadcasts (this is where the money is), what songs we play normally, and finally whether or not all the little people continue to have jobs.
A side branch in the hierarchy is the sales staff. If we look at our medieval castle, these are the merchants. They have risen above the rabble, and while not really in charge can make life hell on the serfs and Knights, and exert great influence on the Duke. We (the Knights) try to gain their favor, by... I don't know winning jousts in their name or something...I got lost in the analogy a little bit.
Above the Program Director (or PD as we refer to him in the business) (or Duke as we refer to him in the analogy) is the General Manager. He's basically an Overlord or Governor set in place to make sure the Duke doesn't overstep his authority. He generally stays out of decisions and allows the Duke to govern but the possibility that he could take the Duke's power away always lingers. Our General Manager is the best boss I've ever had the pleasure to work for. He is fair, intelligent, and most of all a genuinely good guy. It's my relationship with him that I think I'll cherish most when I leave this job.
A step above the GM is Corporate. This is the King. The little people never see him, at times they may even question if he exists. But if he should ever go to war, we'd all have to die for him. Now that you have an idea of how the station is supposed to run, let me tell how it did run under my previous Supervisor.
Everyone hated the Program Director, and he felt much the same towards everyone. The secretaries, sales staff, part-timers and Dj's all would go out of their way to avoid having to deal with him. This meant that conflict resolution went through the General Manager. As I'm sure you can see this sort of makes the Program Director spot a waste of money. If all decisions (or at least the vast majority) are being made by the General Manager, and implemented by the staff, what use is the other figure head? It didn't help his standing with the employees of my company that he liked to make lude sexist remarks at every available opportunity. Long story short the guy was crummy. So a little over two weeks ago, he and we parted ways. And we are all the better for it. Him too, probably. He was actually pretty good on air and will likely do well (in a NON-MANAGEMENT ROLE) somewhere else. Hopefully far away.
For a week and a half, I filled the position of Morning show host and did most of the PD's duties. I actually applied for job. After a week of 5am wakeups though, I was glad to hear of the new PD's arrival. This new Program Director is as different from the old as Churchill was from Hitler. You know, one was a hard drinking, swearing, skirt chasing son-of-a-bitch and the other was a Nazi. The point is New Boss is open to suggestions, Old Boss was of the "If it Isn't My Idea, it Isn't Good" school of thought. New Boss has an "open door" policy, Old Boss had a "shut the door so I can tell dirty jokes and then scream at you for not laughing" policy. New Boss comes to work with a smile, Old Boss came to work with a hemorrhoid. I think you get the idea.
All of this is to say that Joel is pretty pleased these days. I enjoy going to work, like what I'm doing and (most importantly) who I'm doing it with. I'll leave you with a quote:
Accomplishing the impossible means only that the boss will add it to your regular duties. -- Doug Larson