My company sends out a little “thank you” box of Mrs. Fields cookies to the stations to recognize all their hard work. These deliveries have gone “missing” in the past (hungry delivery drivers, maybe?), so now we usually send out a global email to everyone on the conversion team when they arrive confirming that “The cookies have landed.” The following thread is from today’s email:

Co-worker:
New Orleans has received their cookies, and the TMs were quite pleased. They dove into the box like kids in a swimming pool.

Me:
Do NOT eat the cookies! You know what kids do in swimming pools…

Co-worker Gavin:
If they’re at Tommy Lee’s house, they drown.

Ooh, good one, I wish I’d said that! That was a perfect joke! I’ll take consolation in having given him the setup.

I drove over the state line and had lunch in Oklahoma today, just so I could say I did. And now I’ve done that, too, so that’s all I’ve got to say about that.

Fort Smith, AR went “Live” on my company’s software at 00:00 today and we’re still on the air. Woo-hoo, go me.

Back in the early days of our software, back when it was a minefield of “undocumented features”, it wasn’t unheard of for stations’ on-air systems to completely lock up when they hit our log and to start broadcasting “dead air.” Dead air is death in the radio industry. It’s not a Good Thing.

That never happens now that we’ve worked most of the “features” out of the software, but Go-Live mornings are still a little dicey for me. I always listen to “our” stations when I get up in the morning to make sure we’re still on the air. I’m not sure what I’d do if we weren’t — maybe just head for the airport and get the fuck out of town, I dunno.

We’re still on the air today, though. My job for the rest of the week? Babysitter.