Since my age was in the single digits I’ve wanted to be on the radio. Slight problem, though…since birth I’ve been a painfully shy, socially inept goober. I’m not a talker, and radio requires a lot of talking, so I couldn’t understand why I had a powerful pull to radio.
I’ve always had a fascination with the magic of radio. Even though Orson Welles’ War of the Worlds scared the bejeebus out of me when I was a kid, I listened to it over and over again. But the thing that really pushed me over the edge happened on Monday February 9, 1981 at 5:53 a.m.
The music alarm went off on my clock radio and I heard KZZP’s new morning man Jonathon Brandmeier. That sealed it! That’s what I wanted to do! I was 11-years-old, and I wanted to spend my life doing what Brandmeier did. It was fun listening to him, and he seemed like he was really having a good time doing it.
BUT, I’m a painfully shy, socially inept goober. Throughout my entire life if you put me someplace full of strangers I will find a room to hide in until the party’s over. I’m not a mingler.
When I was 13 and 14 my friend Mike and I would play radio. He had an interest in radio, too. Not only that, but radio was in his gene pool. His grandfather used to work on the air at a radio station in the 1940s. I loved hearing the few surviving airchecks Mike had of his grandfather.
On April 17, 1945, in a plain-spoken, no frills voice he read the promo for one of the station’s shows: (read-along link… http://archive.org/details/KgkyNewsApril171945) ”This is KGKY your CBS station in Scottsbluff, Nebraska. You are cordially invited to attend a house party on this station Monday through Friday at 2 p.m. It’s full of fun, laughs and information. So join The House Party guests every afternoon, Monday through Friday, at 2 p.m. over KGKY. We rejoin the Columbia Broadcasting System.” We recorded our “radio” shows, and they weren’t half bad. Mike was very outgoing, smart as a whip, and funny as all get out. Even at 13. Some of the most fun I’ve had in my life was doing those radio shows in the early ’80s. Time went on, and I found talents more suited to my introverted temperament. Music, writing, comic stripping. I loved doing all those things, but radio was also a pipe dream lumped in with them.
High school ended, and it was time to make a decision. I wanted to go to college for radio, but my mother was always quick to say, “But you don’t talk!” combined with a withering stare that said, ‘Get real!’ Well, she’s right, I don’t talk. Working on the radio is an unrealistic fantasy.
In 1989 I made a decision…I was going to be an internationally syndicated cartoonist with animated holiday specials and unending merchandising. Of all my talents, tooning was my best shot of the lot. So, I put my energy into drawing toons, and submitting them to syndicate after syndicate after syndicate. Now, I loved stripping. I wouldn’t do something for 20 years and get rejection letter after rejection letter after rejection letter if I didn’t love something. But as much as I loved tooning, and was so great at it, I still wanted to be on the radio, too. But, if you haven’t figured this out yet, I’m not very outgoing.
I stumbled into a job at Target. The whole six-and-a-half years I was there I was thinking, “I don’t want to do this.” I want to be a stinking rich syndicated cartoonist or on the radio. Or both. But, if I haven’t made this clear, I’m very shy.
I wound up becoming a data entry clerk for United Healthcare in 2000. Wasn’t bad, but the whole time I was thinking, “I don’t want to do this.” I want to be a syndicated cartoonist, or on the radio.
That job was outsourced in 2005 and I was out of work for six months. I did look at the job boards for radio stations. I wasn’t expecting to get an on-air position, but anything at a radio station would be a good start. But every position required experience, or a degree, or both. Neither of which I had. I went to Glendale Community College in the early ’90s, but didn’t get a degree, and wasn’t there for one. Mostly I went to kill time until a syndicate picked up my brilliant comic strip. Which should happen aaaaaany time now… Twelve years later…
I got another data entry job, and the same thing was running through my head…”I don’t want to do this…I want to be on the radio…” Every morning before I started working I would load up the iTunes on my work computer with songs, radio show podcasts, and put them in order as if I was listening to my radio station I’m programing. Music and shows were put into a playlist to last through the nine hours I was there with shows starting and ending at the same time every day. Even at my office job I was playing radio.
On April 16, 2008 I was laid off because there wasn’t enough business coming in. Back to looking for work again. I looked at some job postings at radio stations, but they all wanted experience and a degree.
In October that year I was staring down the beginning of a new data entry job. Before I even started I was already thinking, “I don’t want to do this.” A week before I started the gig, I went to Paradise Valley Community College and took the placement tests.
The next week I started working for a company that did medical claims for the military. It was awful. So many stupid rules that were never an issue at any place else I had worked. I had to wear shirts with buttons, dress pants. I HATE dress pants, and I didn’t have any. The dress codes for the same jobs I had before were pretty lax. You could come in wearing a sweat shirt and pajama bottoms! As long as you weren’t naked, or wearing something offensive, it was good. During lunch I wasn’t allowed to sit at my desk and nap. They told me to do that in my car. I DON’T HAVE A CAR! You couldn’t listen to music while working. That’s the only thing that makes data entry tolerable and distracts you from the mind-numbing tedium. Take off your hat when you’re inside. And the pointless never ending training. HIPPA regulations, sexual harassment lectures, how to do this, how to do that. IT’S JUST DATA ENTRY!!! It’s not neurosurgery! Type what you see on the form into the computer. Jeez-a-loo, just turn us loose and let us do the stupid job already!!! Much like the military (I would guess) it was stiff, and filled with useless over-training. God, I HATED it! Hated it so much that when the temp agency called two weeks later to tell me I didn’t have to go back, I did a happy dance in my apartment.
Time went by, I kept looking and applying for data entry jobs. As much as I wanted to be on the radio my head was stuck on the notion that if I want to avoid living with my parents in my 40s, I have to get a soul-numbing office job. And one came through at the end of May 2009.
By this time I had applied to PVCC, and was kind of half-hearted about going. Maybe I’ll go through with it. Maybe I won’t. I’m 40. By the time I finish school, taking one or two classes at a time while working, I’ll be near 50. Not many radio personalities get their start at 50. Plus, I hate owing money. I didn’t want a mound of debt on my back.
My natural sleep schedule is to go to bed at 3 a.m. For this job I had to get up at 5:30 am. I did it anyway because I thought I had to. Just remembering that job brings back that dead feeling in the pit of my gut. Like a shot-put laying in my stomach. It was another soul-deadening, life-sucking, painfully tedious office job I cared nothing about. Doing data entry for Waste Management. The few people who talked to me said it was a great place to work. Nice pay, lots of benefits. I wouldn’t care if pizzas were delivered every day by pleasantly plump swimsuit models, it still wouldn’t make up for the feeling of my soul dying inside. Wasting MORE irreplaceable time typing in numbers.
The sleep deprivation, the wasting away, the voices screaming in my ears to get out of this finally turned “I don’t want to do this” into “I can’t do this anymore.”
I picked my classes for the fall, and applied for aid hoping it wasn’t too late. I can’t take another rotten office job. I have to do what I’ve wanted to do since I was 9. Getting a radio gig at 50 is better than never getting it. And if I become a wildly popular, highly paid radio personality I’ll be able to pay back all that aid quickly. Or, knowing the life span of men on my dad’s side, I’ll die before I have to pay off my student loans. Either way I win!
I continued doing far less than a half-assed job at Waste Management, and for good reason. I didn’t want to take the chance of getting stuck in another life-crushing job. And when I was escorted to the door two weeks later, I was thrilled.
When I told my friends I was going to college to get a degree in broadcasting they were proud of me. Even my mother thought it was great. Everyone thought it was brave of me to do this. That’s nice to hear, but going back to school for radioing was nothing more than a matter of survival. I could die a slow death at a desk in a windowless beige cubicle aching to do what I’ve wanted to do for 30 years, or go back to school to get a job doing what I’ve always loved.
By my mid-30s I felt kinda lifeless. Just going through the motions. Going back to school at 40 and chasing after what I wanted, instead of wishing for it, rejuvenated me. I felt alive again. And I did something I’ve never done before. I got straight A’s in my first semester. And in August 2010 I started doing a weekly radio show on the Internet. I’m not as bad at radio as the realists and dream-killers said I would be. Now if only someone would pay me for doing The Eric Paul Johnson Radiotrola Program.