It was an afternoon like any other when the email came in. “6PM tonight. Be alone and wear a disguise.” That email, and the meeting that resulted from it, is what propelled me into my current spot as late morning host (or presenter, as they say in merry olde England) on Z102.9. I pulled my trench coat and fedora out of mothballs and hustled down to the secret meeting spot, which was a bar, but so secret it was that it closed like a year later. It was the perfect spot for clandestine planning of my big leap from another radio station in town to this one.
Scotch and rum in various quantities were consumed. A deal was struck. A toast or several were made. Then, just to cover all bases, they made me meet with some other people that work here. Oh, not the same night. No, we decided this second meeting should happen at a much less secret location a few days later. It was so much less secret a location that some of my then-current coworkers wandered in while I was plotting to leave them. Stories were made up about why I was sitting with these people from another radio station. Lies were told. No one was the wiser.
Finally the go was given, and the rest as they say is history. The years have been zipping by with frightening speed here, with all the silliness, juvenile humor, and fun times that I expected. I work pretty hard at this job, but it's so much fun I hardly notice most of the time. There's always more fun-in-the-guise-of-work just around the corner.
Thanks for checking out my page, and thanks for listening to my show. Keep doing those two things, and I'll be able to keep this job for a long, long time. Which suits me just fine. It beats being sent back to the 'home'.