This post is being fired at you from the sleep-weary eyes of a (hopefully temporary) insomnia-driven young women, who has been postponing most forms of productivity in favour of undertaking ‘festive’ activities, whilst scrounging for money in the month-long build up to Christmas & the New Year.
Once again, a new year brings with it a new job. Such is the nature of a radio career, where self-employment begins from the off and staff roles come much, much, much later in life. Amongst the excitement is great apprehension; the usual nerves have been bubbling under as the suspense of a month’s wait gradually draws to a close. Perhaps it’s the thought of going home for Christmas, not working, relaxing and present-giving that’s keeping me up all night, perhaps it’s all the ideas for the new job, it’s probably both – either way it’s looking like a good few weeks lie ahead.
The new role in question is that of Radio Station Assistant Manager at Roundhouse Radio, based in Chalk Farm (near Camden). Since joining the Roundhouse Studios as a writer for Redtop Magazine and producing podcast content for the Camden Crawl, not to mention the small task of creating a monthly Arts and Culture show; Redtop radio – the day-to-day running of the station plus a whole host of creative projects looks set to keep me on work overload for the next 6 months.
I’d almost forgotten what it was like to be in control of a personal daily schedule and initiating projects (while getting paid to do so!) Since I (finally) left Solent in 2009, I’ve been craving the luxury of arranging my own meetings, conjuring up vast plans and hoping that someone will approve/reassure me that they might be worth pursuing…and then going ahead with them regardless.
The main aim however is to get just one, big project completed by the end of the 6 month-stint. I have a tonne of ideas, but one overall goal must be achieved, else the day-to-day tasks will overrule and all I’ll be left with is a CV addition, and a heavy heart that longs to turn back the clock.
Speaking of clocks, I’ve just glanced at mine and it’s horrendously late. Must.Switch.Off. Wish me luck…?
Hayley Clarke Media 