I noticed that AFN is plugging their satellite afternoon show on the cable system (of which we don't carry). Funny thing is, it's the general consensus here by most of the jocks and management that they consider me to be better than the AFN satellite flunkie (I take their word for it, I've never heard the man). The really funny thing is, he's a civilian, and seems to be considered a misnomer by those of the enlisted realm who normally occupy such positions. It has been expressed that those in upper-level management prefer to promote their civilians over their bread-and-butter crop (maybe to soothe the civvies ego, who could up and leave I suppose) perhaps because they have the ability to stick around and establish an audience, whereas the military counterparts are routinely subjected to deployments and such (especially seeings how Air Force rotations are only 6 months). All the same, it's funny yet sad that I can be considered such a hot commodity but am stuck in the MOS that the Army (and I, reluctantly) signed me up for.
On the bright side, the guys (specifically one that did the interviews) set me up to have a personalized liner recorded by the "away team" of the St. Louis Rams cheerleaders, and that's really special to me. He added his own personal flair by sandwiching it with the musical interlude known as "Pimp Juice". Crazy guy. Even by multiple females' accounts these chicks were hotter than most visiting cheerleaders
, yet (much to my wife's chagrin, I imagine :
) I did not meet them in person. Am I a loser for staying at the station to recondition the show for tape-delay version for those that can't listen to it live, rather than go and see the cheerleaders perform (which happened after my shift and which I had the time to check out but didn't)? :-[
On the bright side, the guys (specifically one that did the interviews) set me up to have a personalized liner recorded by the "away team" of the St. Louis Rams cheerleaders, and that's really special to me. He added his own personal flair by sandwiching it with the musical interlude known as "Pimp Juice". Crazy guy. Even by multiple females' accounts these chicks were hotter than most visiting cheerleaders