Back in the 90s, the station that I still program had one of the first digital automations in Central PA. While the promos, spots, sweepers and jingles were on the hard drive, the music was programmed from 6-pack, 25-pack and 100-pack CD players. And although the system was reasonably reliable, it was never left unmanned, even during syndication. To make the Cd part of the system function, you had to make sure that the machine number, disc number, cut number and run-time for each track were all correctly entered into Selector. Then you had to make sure the disc was properly inserted, right-side up, correct slot number, into the correct player. If any of these things was incorrect, who knows what might go wrong. One Saturday night I was returning with my family from an out-of-town shopping trip. I was listening to a syndicated show we were airing. At the end of one of the show's segments, I heard about a minute of dead air before spots fired Because the syndication discs were changed each week, there was a great margin of error. They had to be re-timed and re-inserted. I deduced that the wrong disc was in the wrong slot or machine. The CD machines were not in the studio, but locked in my office (there was no need for air people to touch the machines and it was probably best they didn't). After I dropped off my family at home, I headed to the station. When I arrived, I realized I did not have my station keys. I grabbed my cell and called the hotline. No answer. Again I tried. Still no answer. So I decided to climb the fire escape 4 stories to our studios. This sucked because it was pitch black and I fear heights to begin with.Arriving at the 4th floor, I pounded on the outside door, which was only about 10 feet from the studio door. No answer. I tried the hotline. Again, no answer. I then pounded and pound until the door was answered. Not by the guy whose job it was to be in that studio. Oh no, it was answered by the AM guy board oping a baseball game next door. I assume the guy I was looking for was probably lounging in the break room on the other side of the building. I was tired and wanted to get home, so I got into my office with my emergency key, fixed the problem rather quickly and left without ever seeing the FM board op. I was able to get in and out and fix the problem and leave with out him ever knowing I was there, unless the AM guy said something. It was at this point I realized how unreliable and dispensable most part-timers were. I knew just it would be a matter of time before they would mostly all be eliminated. Thank God 911 didn't happen on a weekend!