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I came back to this station after a bad first experience in commercial radio. Unfortunately, it was too late: Radio was in my blood. After 8 months, I had to get out and live in a city. The city I chose was Eugene, OR. Too bad there were no jobs for a Boy Production Genius there... | ||
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And my ex was working there, hating every moment of it. It comforted me, somehow. This is the place that taught me everything all the stations I’d previously been at DIDN’T. I board op'ed Portland Trailblazer games on Fridays, pulled an afternoon shift on Saturday, signed the station on Sunday morning and did graveyard on Monday morning. And every Monday morning I’d drive back to Eugene, anticipating the next weekend. I learned so much there about being a jock, it's a shame gigs like that no longer exist. |
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During my time here, I became the "voice" of Woodstacks Pizza and was specifically requested by clients to do their production. I also rebuilt the transmitter after it melted down. | ||
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