A dude named Rocko

I said I was going to write about whatever I wanted in this new blog, and that also includes whoever I want -- family, friends, people I work with...this is gonna be choice #3. I work with a guy named Rocko (well, technically he's not named Rocko yet, but he will be soon...and if you think Rocko is his real name, then you're exactly the dumb kind of reader I'm looking for.)

But back to the point of this post -- Rocko just got a radio job in Arizona...his first on-air gig ever as far as I know. Full time. On air every night. Something I've been striving for since I shook the President of my college's hand (What up K-Quigs) and walked out of my alma mater (What up Curry College) with degree in hand. (This is where I sidebar -- technically I AM on air every single day, but I don't consider reporting the traffic being on air. You'd have to be in radio to understand what I mean, and possibly more specifically need to be a reporter that is/was/wants to be an on air talent...but trust me, reporting traffic IS NOT being on air.)

Annnnd this is where it gets weird because it's tough to know how to react. I appreciate my friends being loyal and supportive when they send texts like they think it's BS and that I've paid my dues and should be on air full time and don't understand how he is, but at the same time I don't think they entirely get it. Yeah, I've paid my dues -- I'm the dude that would, on a Saturday, drive 2 hours to a 4-hour radio show, drive another hour right afterwards for ANOTHER 4-hour radio show, then drive 2 hours back home. That's after working 10-12 hour days Mon-Fri and only getting paid for 8 of them. But that doesn't mean Rocko hasn't paid his dues, he just has in different ways. The dude had a full time job here before I even did and before he was even out of school. He's been here longer than I have working promo events, hosting events, and I'm pretty sure he DJ's on the side. Just because he's not as bat s**t out of his mind crazy like I am to drive all over the state doesn't mean he hasn't paid his dues.

This is gonna come off as insanely cocky, but deal with it. I KNOW I'm destined for greatness. I work too hard, care too much, and am WAY too focused to not succeed at life, whether it's jobwise, marrying a girl way out of my league, etc. Anything I do, anything I touch...I'll turn to gold one way or another. Is it frustrating that people like Rocko who haven't once had a regular show on a radio station are getting offers to host a Mon-Fri show before me? Absolutely. Do I hate him for it? NO! Am I crapping on him behind his back for it? Nope. (Well, at least not that my sober mind knows of...I DID get a couple of texts when I was drunk so who knows what the hell I said in a brainless stupor.) Him landing a full time gig actually motivated the crap outta me...I think I sent more tapes and resumes out last week than I have in the last few years combined. People saw it as me getting shafted -- I saw it as me still having a shot to make it.

So to my friends, I appreciate you getting my back and your loyalty...but stop being sweaty doucheknuckles (I don't even wanna know what that looks like...I don't even know what the hell it is.) And as far as you go, Rocko -- crush it. And remember that I never wanted to kick you in the Glitter stick for getting a gig before me when I hit you up for a hookup with a gig. (Because it's bound to happen...radio is like the prostitution of careers.)