Changing gear
Odd week, up at 4:15 a.m. out of the door an hour later and somehow not finishing the work part of my day until eleven in the night on Monday and Tuesday.Partly a rush edit job, new client, new program, recorded on Monday, rough edit for review on Tuesday with polish and assembly, music and FX, promos and commercials recorded and produced to launch the broadcast today at 6:30 p.m.
And a major edit and assemble job on one of the Artform editions, scrambling to find seventies rock (I always play the artist's choice of at least two pieces of music) with wailing guitar in the library of an easy listening format station. Managed Aerosmith and not much else so I faked it with a Yes piece.
Now it is Thursday and I need to turn from day to night so I can pull the midnight shift tomorrow. One good thing, we have hired a new salesman and he seems to be pretty on the ball so maybe we will finally get sponsors for all the stuff I have been producing over the last six months. Perhaps even get some regular spots in my overnight time slot.
The newbie that was fired said to me that doing her thing on radio was her passion...and yet she knew to the minute how many hours she put in each week and pointed out how she went over the time she was actually contracted for.
I know I have pushed too hard this week because my eyes are sitting in hollow sockets and my head swims every time I move suddenly. My skin feels stretched over the skull that houses the mind and essence of me but the only reason I know what time I stopped work each night is because I had to try for some sleep to put the station on air at six a.m. with any level of energy. And as for money, my ex-newbie's other plaint, well I took a fairly hefty paycut moving to this job which is MY passion and don't miss a penny of it!
Tonight looms large because I need to stay awake until the wee small hours and sleep my way through day time and sleep is tugging at my very soul because the early morning pattern has engraved itself that quickly on the substance that is me.
So I will blog and write and dine at midnight, watching movies and rereading one of my favorite books to keep the engine turning over on the wakeful side for at least another seven hours.
I can hope. I am an optimist, sometimes a fool, but always determined and an optimist.