Blogger’s note: The regularly scheduled post for today on the subject of April the Pregnant Giraffe has been postponed till next week because it was accidentally eaten by WordPress and it won’t spit it back up for me. #Rude!
I only hope she can hang on one more week! 😛
When I was in high school I decided I wanted to be a radio DJ. I was obsessed with listening to the radio (this was before social media and we needed something to do :-P) and my mom and I would listen to the radio every morning on the way to school.
I loved listening to the morning DJ’s and thought that would be a fun job. (Excluding the fact that at that time I was NOT a morning person and still am not. But at that point I figured I’d be more of a morning person when I became an adult.)
(I’m still waiting…..)
So I was excited to take a radio class in college. This class taught us about the history of radio and how to use all the equipment in the studio. As a bonus, each student had their own radio show block on the campus wide radio frequency.
This was the most exciting part for me. My radio DJ’ing dreams were about to come true and I planned to CRUSH IT!!
For the next few months I ran a 30-minute radio show once a week and LOVED it. Each week I became more confident in my DJ’ing abilities and more comfortable with the equipment.
The semester wore on and I continued my show.
One day after I returned to my on campus apartment after doing my show, I found a message on the whiteboard on my front door. It said the following:
“Listened to your show tonight. Great music, but I never heard you talk.”
Well, crap on a cracker, that’s not good!
Because my radio show was a mix of music with TALKING. I’d give you fun interesting facts about the world, and even held a campus wide trivia contest one night……which no one ever won because, well, apparently I suck at radio-ing.
So how in the world did I go months and months doing my show without realizing no one could hear me?? Simply this…….
I KEPT HITTING THE WRONG FREAKIN’BUTTON!!
Let me explain. At the time I was in college we weren’t entirely digital yet and had to use an old-school board to get our shows to air. The board came with two important buttons, one marked A, the other marked B.
Now we had learned what each button did, but I guess this information squeezed out of my brain when it came time to actually apply what I had apparently learned.
In my brain it went like this: Push A to start your show and B to end it. Because, you know, that’s the order they are in the alphabet so clearly this makes sense. Right?
In reality, the A button stood for “Audition” or “push this button when you want to hear what you sound like in studio but no one else can hear it.” B meant “Broadcast” or “push this button if you want to allow people outside the studio to hear you!!”
So that, dear readers, is why I am not a radio DJ and am instead a blogger.
Fewer buttons to push and not as much risk for public humiliation.
Or something. 😛