Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Tulsa's newest resident

After an overnight stop in KC where I was able to get a break, hang out with some old friends, and get a good night's sleep, I arrived in Tulsa yesterday around 12:30 in the afternoon. I was shocked and slightly amazed I was able to fit nearly my entire life into a small Hyundai Elantra.

My dad took a trip down last week so i was able to send my 3 acoustic guitars, 1 electric, and a keyboard down with him, along with my TV, so that did help considerably, but other than that, my life consists of not much more than DVDs, t-shirts, and a "miscellaneous" bag. Needless to say, I was unpacked by early in the evening.

I begin my new career tomorrow, with a likely 12+ hour day. Avalon will be in concert and I opted to start with that instead of next Monday where I'd just be doing mindless paperwork. My boss asked if I thought I could handle a 12 hour day. I laughed. I'm so used to working long hours, I'm not sure what its going to be like having semi-regular hours. Sure there'll be the occasional concert or event that will get me some extra hours, but someone told me the other day I'm not going to know what to do with all my extra time. After literally walking back and forth in the house today without actually "doing" anything, I think they were right. I finally broke out and went down the road to Panera for some quality internet usage. This blog is my attempt to prove them wrong. I'll try to keep it updated.

So goodbye, Omaha. Thanks for the memories!

Friday, April 18, 2008

a dios

For those who haven't heard, in a little more than a week I'll be moving out of Omaha. I accepted a job as Promotions Director for KXOJ radio in Tulsa, OK and I start May 1st. This couldn't be a better job for me, and couldn't have come at a better time. I went to school for broadcasting, but had a difficult time finding a job when I left school, finding a majority of my experience was either irrelevant or didn't reflect well on paper. I finally made the decision to quit the radio station I was working part time at and go full force into hospitality, which I had been doing for years to get me through college. I had been doing well with it and had been looked at for promotion but always overlooked because they knew I was always looking for my "out". My plan was to get myself up to a management level then make another run for radio. That way I always had something to fall back on.


I reached that level about 2 months and began looking for stuff in radio again. I had known it was going to be tough to get back into, but I had no idea how hard. I couldn't get a radio station to even look at me not having much more than 3 years experience and it had been over a year since my last radio job. I began looking at internships that i could put 10-15 flexible hours into while working at the hotel, just to get my foot back in the door.


Then I got a call back from a hotel I had applied for a Front Office Manager position at. I knew the position had been filled so I stopped thinking about it, but they called and offered me the job of Assistant Front Office Manager and told me I would have a pretty good shot at a FOM position at another property very soon. It was a pretty good offer, and I expected to take it, but told them I wanted to take a few days to think about it. A couple days later was when I got the e-mail about this radio position. I stalled them through the weekend and told them I would give them an answer by the end of the day Monday. Through much prayer, I called the hotel and turned down the offer, still not knowing if I had the radio job. I interviewed that Wednesday, and was told it would be a week from Friday when I would find out. They called Monday!


So for those in the area who want to see me before I leave, give me a shout and we'll try to get something together.

About Me

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I grew up in the country with my nearest neighbor being almost a mile away. I was also the youngest in the family and the only boy. Growing up, I didn't have a lot of "playmates" so I found ways of entertaining myself. I could go outside on a nice fall Saturday (or frigid Iowa winter) and not come in until dark. My childhood is what cultivated my active imagination, or "specialness" as my mom always called it.