the saga continues.....

Okay so, BOSSMAN wants to go ROCK!

Our program directors father was ill so she went out of town to see about him for a week. There were only 3 people on-air at the station and with her gone,...working as a TEAM and being completely naive. Me and the night guy worked double shifts FOR FREE! (you know, to show that we were A TEAM). ME, the employee/girlfriend,....all eager to please, asked BOSSMAN if I was doing a good job. I asked if he thought I could improve in anyway? He said, "Jazz, you are doing a GREAT JOB! You know what? I'm gonna help you guys out. You shouldn't be pulling doubles. I will bring in someone to help you guys. A friend of mine is in town visiting and he has tons of experience. I will get him to help you out."

I thought, COOL! I have the best boss in the world! Who takes his employees in consideration like that? So,...within hours of our conversation,...HELP arrives. His name is DOCK BROCK. He was an older guy that talked alot like Johnny Fever from WKRP in Cinncinati. You know, like the Jocks of the 70's on Coke. I was asked to show him around and show him the ropes. Then I told him which shift he was to take (program directors air shift which was from 10-3).

Little did I know.....THIS WAS ALL A PLOY TO REPLACE ME AND HAVE ME TRAIN MY REPLACEMENT.

So he says,"I don't know about you sweetheart, but I'm going on at 3."

Me,..."Nah, you see,...that's my shift. You are helping out and you are to cover Program Directors shift."

He said in a very pompus tone while inhaling a cigarette like Andrew Dice Clay, "WHATEVER SWEETHEART! YOU NEED TO HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH BOSSMAN."

****insert me with the most confused and betrayed look on my face********

I immediately went to BOSSMAN and asked him to set this DOCK guy straight.

BOSSMAN...."Sorry Jazz, this guy has 25yrs experience and you are still just a baby in the industry."

ME....***eyes watering and FIGHTING tears******But just yesterday, YOU said I was doing a great job. YOU said that there was no need to change a thing.

BOSSMAN....Jazz, come on. I wanna go up against the rock station and I can't do that with a baby. (black girl) I need a veteran.(rock n roll white guy)

ME.... Why didn't you say something sooner? You pulled me off the Urban (Radio term for BLACK) Station because you thought I wasn't Urban(BLACK/ETHNIC) enough and brought me here. You told me this was perfect. Now that I have excelled and fallen in love with this format, YOU want to can me? AFTER EVERYTHING!?

BOSSMAN....Jazz, WE think you are a great talent and we have no intentions of "CANNING" you. WE are keeping you on. WE are looking into buying new stations and you would be perfect for them. We are gonna just have you do odd jobs around here until the aquisition of the stations then ......YOU ARE BACK.

ME.....****How could I believe anything this man said? How could I have allowed him to basically "F*CK ME AND WALK AWAY!" (IT'S AN EXPRESSION!, don't get it twisted. I don't roll like that.) I felt like the biggest IDIOT ever. I let my guards down. I sat there riddled with so much anger and developing HATE! I could have gone postal that day. I was only seeing RED! BETRAYAL!!!!! Tears started to roll down my face, which pissed me off MORE. I can be such a F*CKING PUNK sometimes. (that was all I was thinking) I kept telling myself, "DON'T LET THIS MUTHAF*CKA SEE YOUR TEARS!!!!" I tried to channel the strength of my dead mother who would NEVER let her enemies see her sweat. I felt like she would have slapped the shit out of me if she had seen my tears in the presence of those that hurt me. I tried to BUCK UP! But the anger and feeling of betrayal was just too strong.

BOSSMAN continued to FEED ME SHIT, WHILE TELLING ME IT'S CHOCOLATE.

I sat there thinking, "DAMMIT! I hadn't planned my escape! I wasn't prepared. I was caught off gaurd. I had no back-up plan. NO ESCAPE ROUTE FOR THE "JUST IN CASE SH*T HAPPENS" EMERGENCY!!!

i know you guys are on pins and needles to see what happens next but i have to jet to job #2......to be continued.......