Radio Gig

Yes, I said "gig."

And I'm having a crisis of conscience. I have acquired a new position in Chicago radio, but I'm almost certain that I'm not supposed to disclose it. I have a habit of landing jobs that require confidentiality agreements. Technically, I haven't signed one yet for this position, but it will be waiting for me when I fill out mounds of paperwork at said radio station today.

Don't get too excited; I am only a call-screener for now. Honestly, this is exactly the job I wanted. I've been listening to talk radio since 8th grade, and I've come to know many call-screeners in that time. Not that I ever, ever call radio shows, but the call-screener is an oft-mentioned member of the producing team. For some reason, the call-screener is always a girl named Kelly or Shelly.

So I get to be an integral part of a radio show without dealing with the damned board.

The best part? I've already been assigned to a brand-spanking new show. The hosts are super-duper Chicago radio veterans whom I grew up listening to. As Posh Spice would say, this is mayjah.

The worst part? I'm hella nervous. Nervous enough to use that abomination of a word, hella. I've operated a radio board, but I've never been a call-screener. I guess, technically, that's a step backward. Fine by me. I get to talk to all the crazies who can make us or break us. It's funny, I'd rather die than talk to people in person, but I'll come running if I get to talk to them on the phone.

I have a personality for radio.