We are our own worst critic.

When I screw up at work, it’s the emotional equivalent of falling down the stairs in a crowded room. Everyone (in my case) hears me screw it up. Say it wrong. Fumble through.

How honest should I get? It was Day I of a brand new job. One I’d worked hard for the last four years. The one I chased after. And now I have a chance to prove why I got the gig.


Should I say how I called them the Carolinas instead of the Hurricanes? Should I confess that there was dead air for ten seconds because the pot wasn’t on the correct channel when I tried to play back that call?

I could go on. A caller told me she turned 15 over the weekend. It was a Leap Year, after all. Well, Leap Year falls next weekend. Seriously, what is the matter with me? I could bury my head in the sand.

I’ve been on the air for years. This is what I do for a living.

And this is what keeps me humble. The hard days. The days where my mouth doesn’t connect with my brain, and vice versa. I always say: the day I’m not nervous, take my cocky ass to pasture.

And after a long, weary shift on the air, then I decided to pay for gas with the wrong card (‘insufficient funds’ is my favourite expression *eye roll*), then I decided to drive over the curb to get home, and my lip decided my coffee belonged on my shirt. Sigh.

The Mondays are okay.
It was a bad show. And I’m not going to go back and listen to it.

But I can do better tomorrow. I can try harder tomorrow. In my world, in my industry, we’re having a great time. We want to entertain. We want you to tune in and tune out of everything else that may be weighing you down, and have a great time with us. And in order to do that, in order to play radio, we’ve got to not take ourselves so seriously that we forgot to do the one thing we all got into doing this for – to have fun.

So thank you. If you heard the show and knew that I was tanking, thank you for not messaging and telling me, lol. Cause I already knew. And if you’re planning to come back and hang out with me tomorrow, thank you again. Because it’s way funner when we’re together. And if you just smiled, while I bopped along trying not to completely drown, I owe ya a million.

Go easy on yourself. The Mondays get us all.

— c ☆

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s