“HOWDY!” from College Station, Texas!
For those of you who have never heard of the place, it is the home of the Texas A&M Aggies, and the place where I earned my undergraduate degree.
This week, I’ve been co-hosting with Radio DJ Niblett of Candy 95! I’ll be ending the Program as I started: In a laid-back fashion (Remember when I worked with a virtual company during Week #1??). My blogs this last week will follow that atmosphere. Each day, I’ve been working the nightshift: 6pm to 11pm CDT.
Night radio is a lot different from radio at any other time. You have fewer people in the car, and as result, less outside interactions with listeners and less time to develop character and emotions. A night Radio DJ has to rely a LOT on quick and funny bits to keep listeners listening. It’s not easy at all. The wrong person could easily buckle under the pressure of having to constantly be on their toes.
As Niblett’s co-host, my job is pretty easy, I have to admit. My reading material is QUITE different from that of last week. Celebrity gossip can never be compared to the history of the Glen Canyon Dam. At least once a day, I read a “breaking” news story. One story was about some guys who dressed up as ninjas and robbed a Manhattan jewelry store on a Sunday at 2pm. Another story was about a man who violated his ex-wife’s restraining order by adding her on Facebook. Real foolishness that you can’t stop listening to, basically.
In the studio!
In addition to reading stories and discussing the One-Week Job Program on the air, I laugh a lot. At least 50% of my time on the radio has been me of giggling. I’ve surprised myself with this. My goal throughout the week has been to lower that percentage. Not succeeding…so far, being back in my college hometown has been relaxing. It’s been nice to hang out with old friends and work at the same time. I didn’t work a lot while I was in school, and in addition to working at night, this week has been new in a crazy way.
Oh yeah! I forgot to tell you how I even made it to College Station, Texas.
Looking for transportation to my job last week was not easy because, well…you saw where Page is. The only way to get to the town is by car or plane. The planes are itty-bitty, just like the airport, andddd it can cost 300 bucks for a 1.5 hour flight. Ridiculous. As I said in another post, I was lucky that my friend, Katie, had just moved to Phoenix and was willing to drive for so long so I could get to my seventh one-week job. However, the weekend after my job ended, she wasn’t available.
I did as much as I could do to find a ride from, which wasn’t a lot, so I finally used craigslist. The next closest major Arizonan town to Page is 2.5 hours south – Flagstaff, Arizona. The greyhound bus stops here, so I made that my focus for ridesharing. I got a response right away, but I killed that connection quickly. The guy hadn’t even read the details of my posting, and just wanted to make extra money beyond gas. The way he was talking, he could’ve just driven up, taken my money, and taken off with my belongings when I wasn’t looking. I followed my gut feeling that told me to run far away fast, which was a good move on my part, I believe.
Something told me to post on the Phoenix site as well, even though I would be asking for someone to do what Katie did essentially: drive alone from Phoenix 5 hours to Page and pick me up, then drive south 2.5 hours and drop me off at Flagstaff, then drive back to their home in Phoenix. Also, since I was trying to catch a 2:00pm bus, the person would have to leave at 6:30am at the latest from Phoenix. It was a long shot.
I also kept checking for ride offer postings, and the morning of my last day as a river guide, I saw a possibility:
“I am offering a clean comfortable mid-sized suv to move you and/or your things. Insured, prompt, reasonable rates, all with a smile.
Drop me an email with your itinerary and I will respond.
Appreciate the business!”
The person indicated that his/her location was “all over.” I was running late, and I had no other option, so I sent an email. Now Sean may have been less likely to think twice about finding a ride this way, but if you were previously unaware, Amanda, Kieley, and I are ladies. Unfortunately, we have to be extra careful when we look for places to work and sleep. Someone’s gotta have a knife around here, I thought to myself. I’ll be just fine.
But obviously all news was good! And thankfully, because I totally forgot to get a knife. Typical me. The driver, whose name turned out to be Mike, is a very nice man who was looking for extra income after being laid off. He brought a friend along for the ride, a woman named Desure, whom he had met through giving her a ride just as he did me. We had good breakfast, conversation, and listened to good music. I arrived at the Flagstaff Greyhound station with a lot of time to spare, safe and sound. Mike had kept his promise – ride, smiles, and all.
We still correspond to this day.
I would say that one of the best parts about the past eight weeks has been making friends anywhere and everywhere, not just at work or home. I can’t get enough of people and how they operate in their own way. It’s way nice to have more reminders that my Psychology degree wasn’t a complete waste. 
More later!
- M