Please respect my rights

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What’s on my mind

Perspective: Radio edition.

Today’s topic is perspective. At work today I got a call from a listener that just fits everything I’ve been talking about recently.

“Hello Sean, I won Monster Truck tickets, but you never told me to pick them up, so I didn’t so I want tickets to the next concert that comes into town.”

HUH Are you kidding me, this winner was with me and I told her the same thing I told the rest, pick the tickets up on Friday. Now it’s OVER A WEEK AFTER the Monster Trucks were in town. When I told her that I would be unable to accommodate her request and offered her dinner and some t-shirts she screamed at the top of her lungs she said to me :

“Fuck you, I’ll never listen to you ever again.”

She got mad because I didn’t agree with her and in the end she took her ball and went home. Is this my fault, no. Did I offer a substitute prize? Yes! But she was so blinded, by not getting what SHE WANTED, that her fit and hanging up on me didn’t bother me at all. Ten years ago, I’d be shaken. I’d be worried about that one person.  What happened if she determined the ratings of my station. OH NO!

But I realize now that I can’t control her actions. I can’t control that she didn’t pick up her tickets. I can take responsibility for calling her week of the show reminding her to pick up the tickets, I can take responsibility for even having her tickets with me at the event waiting for her. I can’t take responsibility for her not picking them up.

That’s what years in radio have given me, perspective. Instead of worrying about what I can’t control, the actions of other people and how when they don’t get the results that THEY want, I worry about how I can deliver results to them.

It doesn’t matter if she got mad and took her ball home.

I’ve got other friends to play with.

And for the record, her ball sucked.

Promotion at work!

Great news! I’ve been promoted to Director of Digital Media for my company regional office.  I’ve been hoping for a day like this where I can take the knowledge that I have been growing with my #wahooligan group of friends and utilize it to improve my companies position online and utilizing Social Media to our advantage.  It’s a new adventure and I hope to take it to new heights!

Thanks to my family and friends who continue to encourage me on this new path.  

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Thank you Robert Frost, I’m back on a new road. Where it takes me depends on the friends I make on the way.

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“DILLIGAS?” – Inspired by a quote from a friend!

Grade a paper, grade another paper, grade a third paper and yet not one person gets the impact of Abraham Lincoln’s assassination. This is getting tedious. I really need to stop. Maybe if I grade 7th grade math my ears won’t bleed from stupidity.

It never ends. It’s an ongoing battle against iPads and iPods and no matter what I do I can’t get into these kids heads. What I need to do is find a way to break convention without getting suspended. The last time I got suspended just because I made them roll a condom over a banana. It wasn’t my fault that stupid McKenna Richardson protested to the school board because her god wouldn’t want her to ever touch a condom. I failed to stop myself from taking out a picture of Lucy and show her what happened when you are 16 and you don’t use a condom. Stupid brat told her mother that an “unfit mother” was teaching her. So it was my fault she couldn’t handle her science experiment to dissect a frog. Again she brought up god. I wanted to go “hey girl, you know you are going to end up marrying some asshole who is going to be telling you that you are doing the “lord’s work” while he’s shoving his sausage down your throat.”

But I didn’t. I just told her that God made the creature and if she wanted to pass she had to tell me if it was a male or female frog. She guessed wrong, I failed her and here I am , grading papers while waiting for the stupid school board to make a decision if I keep my job.

“Ms. Anders,” a voice cries from down the hall. “The board is waiting for you.” Read more…

“Between the hailstones and the Tornadoes, God must hate us in Oklahoma” -Gary Cox

Brooklyn enjoyed the peace before sunrise.  It was hunting season and he sat in his cold duck blind looking at his faithful companion. No, it wasn’t his wife. She was back home getting ready for the season as best she could, looking through catalogs.

Every year Brooklyn took to the lake in southwest Oklahoma and forced her to come to the lake house. Well, forced is a weak explanation. Sara spent most of her time smoking her Virginia Slims and waiting for Brooklyn to come home with the bounty. On the days that he was home early she could hear the laugh in his voice as his hunting friends came through the door with stories and the quick peck on the cheek as he laid the ducks one by one outside on the patio table. Once for pictures and once to start the destruction to dinner. He took such care in preparing his favorite duck egg rolls and fried rice and Sara knew to kept out of his way.

“Good morning honey,” she always say to him.

“What a day, you should have seen Lucky here. I shot one group bout 30 yards out and before they hit the ground he had claimed them and was bringing them back to me,” Brooklyn said as he put a piece of smokeless tobacco in his mouth. He petted his jet black lab and watched as Lucky started his pattern of patrolling the premises before he laid down on his cushion near the door. Brooklyn knew that with the workout that Lucky had this morning he would be passed out before long. Read more…

Facts: Texas Tech Football under the microscope

Red Raider coaches in their first 2 years: Coach A : 14-11 with 7 conference wins. 2 bowl appearances, 2 bowl losses. 0-4 vs. Texas and Texas A&M Coach B: 13-12 with 6 conference wins , 1 bowl appearance , 1 bowl win. 0-4 vs. Texas and Texas A&M Coach C: 11-10-1 with 6 conference wins and no bowl appearances. 2-2 vs. Texas and Texas A&M These are the facts. They can not be denied. It is a matter of what happens in their 3rd year.

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