I'm the guy that used to run DOGRADIO
and, the MICRO stations on 1690/1700,
and the carrier current staton on 1020 kHz.
We have had many moving situations in the
past 2 years.
Now I find that our department at my work
is being taken over by a corporation. I've
been at the job for almost 27 years. I think
this may be the end for that position.
As a person who is almost legally blnd, but
not quite, (and receives no assistance or
compensation from the state or the federal
government) I don't know what it going to
happen next. It may take a while. These things
drag out.
I just wanted to post this. How it effects my
participation here at Pasrt 15.US, -well -
I have no idea.
To you guys - my friends:
Bruce, Just a radio receiving station now,
and maybe not even that in a little while -
West Hartford, Connecticut
It is good to consider the most negative possible outcome before the true outcome is known, for the advantage of preparing in one's own mind just in case.
But when the outcome is still in the future, it might not be so negative when something finally happens.
Transfers of control take time and corporate executives who take command might not be fearsome head-choppers.
A 27-year record on the same job is a strength and makes you super-qualified to be the ideal man for that job.
If your whole department was being discontinued that might be serious, but it's not... it's being privatized, a trend in government and education.
Now I'm depressed. There are giant sink holes opening up in Siberia.
Take Care.
Bruce
Ya, I remember that film. Are you the guy who was moved to the basement next to the duct-work and blower with nothing but a stapler?
I actually had an experience like that at a TV station. After years of fat-off-the-hog luxery as booth announcers making baskets full of money for basically doing nothing, there was a dispute between the boss and AFTRA, the announcer's union.
Let's back up for a minute, of course there were little 5-second live announcements every half-hour, like... "This is KDX-TV Channel 14 in The Big City."
The booth was a fine walk-in closet with carpeting, built-in desk, TV monitors in the wall, a telephone and room for a visiting girl friend.
But automation was on its way in, and the boss wanted to pre-record all the announcements with a staff of only one part timer. We were about six full-times and one part timer.
First, the boss found a wide landing half-way up the stairs from the first floor up to the office floor and stuck a small desk and microphone there, so we sat there as everybody squeezed by all day. It made embarassments out of us, but no one quit.
So the boss moved us into the dressing room where the news talent came in to put on face makeup and we sat right next to the sink making our announcements: "Get yours at Target."
Finally it was down to the one guy who recorded "the daily book" sitting at the corner edge of one of those audio consoles that took up an air hanger, with an engineer and producer.
I never did have a stapler.