Death to WKPS-FM

The "conspiracy" continues. My greatest fears last night were justified and confirmed Sunday night as I may have had the most horrific night of my life.

A co-worker of mine, Dan, at the radio station is also a program host on the PSU student station - a station that I despise. For this student station contains the greatest threat I have ever encountered. A few years ago, while I was still in college, I wanted to apply to the student station because it seemed like a good place to get started. I got the application, a cover letter, and resume together and turned it in. I waited to hear from them. I waited. Then, I waited. Surely, with all the prior credentials I was a shoe in to get some time on air. They never called me. So, I proceeded over their heads to ask a faculty advisor just what was going on. I got an email response later saying that they do not have an application on file. It was a lie. It was all a lie. Frustrated, I replied back in an emotional manner.

Months later, I graduated from college.... 'er well... you know this part. I got somewhat a good job. I got a job in commercial radio without the help of the college radio station. Back to the present, I eventually had forgiven the way I was snubbed by the student station. So, the one co-worker (we'll call "John") allowed me to sit in on his Sunday night show. I was even allowed to answer some questions on the air! Unfortunately, "John" used my last name, which jogged the memories of the student station employees of my past squabble, keeping the email that I sent on file. So, "John", under orders, asked me to leave. He asked me if that was me that had issues with the station. At first, I told them that I did not know what they were talking about. Oh, before I was to leave, "John" tried to hook me up with some of the women that were co-hosting the show. They "politely" averted the question. It was okay. This was a night to confirm my greatest fears. I am just too ugly.

The real rage did not start until I went back to the apartment and finish listening to the rest of the student radio broadcast monitoring the show. Like the cowards they are, they proceeded to read my email to them regarding the application issue and openly admitted that they threw out my resume and called me a dork for preparing it that way. So unprofessional! For years after that debacle, I tried to rationalize that the reason I wasn't invited to the student station was because they were afraid of me - that I was going to take their jobs. I thought that my imagination was getting the best of me. Now, I know the truth though. I wasn't being paranoid. There really is a conspiracy against me. Only question now is... how far does it go? Does it extend to WRSC where I work now? Has my miserable existence proven to be one of a poor soul as a victim of some cruel joke of life? I know what kind of monsters that run the student station WKPS. Tonight, my greatest fears were realized.

How dare they humiliate me!

I haven't slept at all yet. I stayed up fuming at what I can do to get even with them.

They'll get theirs!

*Teohicuhan plays from the X-Files soundtrack*
"If I quit now,.... they win."