This job... wtf. I applied for a news director position. When I signed the paperwork it said "This isn't a news position so much as a public relations position." That was my first red flag. On my first day I stayed at a City Council meeting until 9pm. Got no story, because I wasn't there to get a story, I was there to be a presence for the radio station at the meeting. I got done at 9, had a 45 minute drive home and had to be back at the station at 5am.
Anyhow, on Friday I had the computer in the "news room" freeze on me mid report. That was the last straw. After a week of reading obituaries, doing stories on blood drives and silent auctions for a high school french club. Half the computers in the place were running Windows 98 and they weren't fast enough to run Windows 95.
So I got home Friday, drove the bar where I had been working part-time (also working part-time at another radio station) and asked to be put back on the schedule. They obliged and I called the lady at the radio station and quit.
The job made me HATE radio. I feel now like going back to school for another degree will be the best choice.
What a week.
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