If you’re a jock, you’ll totally get this note.
I’ve been on the air in NYC for 25 years, and NEVER have I not shown up for a shift either on purpose, OR by accident. Two weeks ago, …I missed a shift. Just didn’t have it written on my calendar for some reason! You know that sick feeling? Like… ‘oh shit, I just lost my gig,’ ….over something STUPID!
So, as it turns out, not even a slap on the wrist. They were great, totally understood it was my screw up, but knew it made no sense to beat me up over it, since I was already beating myself up badly enough. Of course, then our infamous “Disc Jockey’s Nightmare” begins… we ALL know that dream! LOL! Station doors locked, buttons won’t work, etc..
Have I mentioned that I’m a HUGE believer in Karma, and that things always go full circle?
I was scheduled to be on the air today, 11-3 at Fresh, and last night of course being Halloween, I was out late with the kids, went to a haunted neighborhood…not even a haunted HOUSE. We had to go to an entire friggin’ haunted neighborhood, where monsters come up to your car and try and drag you out? I was so damn cocky. Had my door locked, pointing and laughing… not realizing my husband unlocked my door, and this ogre comes running up to the window and grabs the handle of my door, whips it open and grabs me by the arm. I swear to GOD, I thought I was gonna have a heart attack!!! Could have KILLED my husband.
So going home, I’m feeling Lucky, because,( and here’s where I grab you jocks,)… because I’m thinking to myself, “I can sleep in, not on the air till 11, AND it’s only a FOUR HOUR SHIFT!!! YEAH!!!” Now, I’m still trying to calm myself down from the Halloween happenings, and I’m MAD at myself at the same time for eating not only the forbidden CANDY, but someone was actually giving out cupcakes and I ate one of Those too! Damn.
Fast Forward. 6AM the phone rings. It’s the APD, ‘Um Robin? We had a no show this morning, we need you to come in early to try and let the overnight guy go home.’
So now, my four hour shift that is such a rare commodity, turned into a SIX hour shift, and I’m tired, because I stayed up LATE thinking I had all the time in the world.
I HATE when that happens.