Friday, December 3, 1999

I didn't feel like going to either of my two classes today, so I didn't. It was as simple as that. It's not as if I make a habit of skipping classes, but once within the last week of the semester shouldn't stunt my progress (such as it is).

I got to have lunch at noon for once. It reminded me why I don't like having lunch at noon - too many people in the dinning halls. I really hate dealing with large crowds of people.

WAIH is having a millennium countdown of the top 100 songs of the 20th century all weekend long. I've already done my two hours (songs 90-71). During those two hours though, I must admit that I've had better times in the air studio.

I don't know what it was, but my diction kept leaving me. I found myself unable to pronounce the simplest of words or phrases. It's very disheartening when you're on-air.

While being tongue-tied is just frustrating, having someone who isn't even a DJ try to tell you how to do your job is infuriating. I played a lengthy sweeper, which featured song clips from what was to be played on the countdown - a little promotional blurb for the weekend. Some annoying girl came up to the air studio and started bitching at me, because I wasn't playing complete songs. She said that it was annoying that when she "got into" a song, it changed. She capped her speech off with a stern, "Stop doing that."

I don't know what made her think that she had the right to harass me, but it took a lot for me to hold in what I really wanted to tell her. It would have gone something like this: "When a radio station does a promo, they don't play the complete song. It's a teaser you fucking moron! Now get the fuck out of my air studio before I strangle you with my fucking microphone cord!"

Instead, I opted for turning my back on her. I really don't like it when anyone who isn't a WAIH staff member (or who isn't involved in radio period) decides to "advise" me on how to run a show on-air. I know what I'm doing, they don't. That's just how it is, live with it and keep your fucking mouth shut if you feel the need to advise me.

Sometimes I really wish I could be rude to the general public while I'm in the studio, but that would reflect poorly on the radio station. In this situation, I can't even step out of my role as a station representative to tell her off. That just pisses me off even more.

Maybe I should play a song for her the next time I'm on-air. "Head Like A Hole" sounds good.