Lynn Gold (figmo) wrote,
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A Funeral and an Interview

My Monday....

8am: Alarm goes off.

9am: I realize the alarm went off.

9:30am: I shower.

9:50am: I rush out the door to the 10am service.

10:15am: I arrive, late, but I'm there. I think I just missed a bunch of ritual stuff. I came in at the beginning of the priest's eulogy of Vince, who was easily one of the nicest, coolest people I've ever met. Until I saw the eulogy in the aforementioned URL, I had no clue this guy was my great-grand boss.

The eulogies from his namesake son, John McLeod (VP of Programming for the stations), and Bob Kieve (main owner of the stations) had common themes. Vince adored his family. He had seven kids, and he was madly in love with his wife, Dorothy. He wasn't big on PDA; you just knew it from the body language. The radio stations were his second love, and for him we were a second family.

When his kids urged him to spend more quality time with his wife, he had her increase her hours at the radio station. Dorothy would often accompany Vince when he came in on weekends, and when she was bored I'd show her what I was doing, explaining as I went along.

Vince was the kind of guy everyone felt at ease around. Bob told us about how shy Vince was when they first met. By the time I met Vince he wasn't shy, but he was on the quiet side. I think he talked with me more than he did with most folks, but IMHO that's because we could "geek" together. He was one of the few men at that station who didn't treat me like I was a bimbo because I was blonde and female. He quickly realized I knew my stuff, and when I didn't know something I just came out and said so. At the funeral I realized I was one of the few people he didn't mind fixing things.

That's mostly what Vince did, too -- fix things. It could be the computer set up in the sales room, Bob's computer, the cart carousels, the kitchen sink, or the soda machine; whatever needed fixing, he fixed it. Vince had no problem coming in on Thanksgiving or Christmas to fix stuff if it was broken. I know this because I was always there when he came in.

Vince had a wry sense of humor. He loved teasing me when he came in to fix stuff and I'd barrage him with techie questions. There was one early morning shift where I was filling in and had to be in at 5am on a Saturday. Vince shows up at 7am. I said, "Hi" to him like it was the first time I'd seen him -- three times. After the third time, Vince said, "You're not a morning person, are you?"

Vince was one of those guys who was "cool" just by being himself. It always floored me when these young, image-conscious new salespeople would refer to him as "Vinnie." He introduced himself to me as "Vince," so I always called him that, but a lot of people called him "Vinnie" and he didn't seem to mind. I never could do the "Vinnie" thing because it just didn't seem right. (I later learned his namesake grandson was called "Vinnie" to distinguish him from his father and grandfather.)

12:30pm: The service is over; the wake is in the building across from the church.

Folks hung out in the courtyard between the buildings. A lot of us were still shell-shocked. I'd say about half the folks there had some connection with the radio station. I said hi to the folks I knew and was surprised at who was and wasn't friendly. I mostly wound up hanging with the other part-timers and weekend irregulars, along with a few ex-staff members.

I made sure to say hi to Dorothy and give her cards from Warren and me and explain why Warren wasn't there. The food at the wake was simple but very good: salad, cheese ravioli, string beans almondine (they looked fresh, but I didn't eat them because I'm allergic to them), chicken breasts, and a lovely looking cookie spread I also didn't touch because I needed to be awake at my job interview in a few hours.

The shmoozing going on was over some guy in a ponytail who was from ClearChannel. The long-time morning team on the San Jose ClearChannel station, Lamont and Tonelli, got bumped up to ClearChannel's San Francisco station this week. It seems every DJ in town wants Lamont and Tonelli's old gig, so folks were all trying to get near this guy to sell themselves. I decided a jet-lagged me wasn't going to be a good candidate to sell anything and just stuck to the folks I knew.

There were photos and old papers. I got to see what Vince looked like when he had hair. There was a wedding photo of him and Dorothy. She doesn't look all that different, but he looked pretty meek. In another photo he was crawling under his desk while wearing a suit and tie, fixing his PC. That, we agreed, is the way we'll remember Vince.

1:30pm: I leave the wake and stop at TJ Maxx.

autographedcat said they carried lots of DaVinci Gourmet sugar-free syrups. This one was pretty much out of them, and the one bottle they had cost more than it would at Cash and Carry. Oh well; it was worth a look.

1:45pm: I drove home, stopping at McDonald's for Warren (his choice, not mine). Warren was mildly upset I didn't get anything for myself, but I wasn't hungry.

2:15pm: I get into bed and rest up before the interview, then look through my writing samples for any tutorials. I then decide what I've got is too old and not appropriate enough to be worthwhile.

3:45pm: I leave for the interview.

4:05pm: I find the place.

4:45pm: I land the job!

5pm: I'm at Mountain View library doing research for work.

6:30pm: I get home. I sink into bed and do work-related research on my laptop unit.

9pm: I give up and get myself a supper of roasted eggplant slices layered with slices of fresh mozzarella with a drizzle of basil-infused olive oil and balsamic vinegar, and make myself a giant glass of sugar-free limeade to drink.

11:45pm: I konk.
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