Inside traxx: Diary of DJ Sisyphus

Get Rich or Die Tryin'

What's up, it's DJ Sisyphus, back again and still trying to figure out how to beat the mountain. After another unsuccessful week, hanging around the house and babysitting my little sister, I decided it was time to call the number the receptionist at KMPU had given me for the broadcasting school. I was sick of sitting around my room, listening to DJs on the radio and wondering how I would ever become a disk jockey myself. If a broadcasting job wasn't an option, maybe a broadcasting school really was my best move. What was the name of the program again? I squinted at the crumpled piece of paper in my hand. On one side was this girl Keisha's number I had gotten at the library the other day. Thinking about Keisha, realizing I'd probably have a better chance at a date with her if I could tell her I was a real radio DJ, gave me the strength to call the number on the other side of the paper. "Oh yeah," I thought. "The National Broadcasting Training Network."

Getting the courage to make the call was the hardest part. After that, everything was like clockwork. I went back to the library and filled out the NBTN information request online (I didn't see Keisha there, in case you were wondering). On Thursday an admissions representative called me back to tell me a little about the broadcasting training program. It sounded pretty tight, with one-on-one broadcasting training, a flexible schedule so I could still work at the record store and watch my sister, and best of all, 90% job placement. As soon as I heard that, I was in. I scheduled an interview for next week to talk about my placement. I can't believe after all this time I might actually have my big break into broadcasting! I wish I would have learned about the National Broadcasting Training Network earlier. It would have saved me a lot of Puma leather, not to mention humiliation.

The only catch is broadcasting schools cost money. The rep told me on the phone that if things go well next week, I would be expected to put down a $50 registration fee to secure my spot. That's a lot of milk money right? Working at MixMaster Records and babysitting Teresa barely gets me by as it isbut 90% job placement. Man, I like those odds. Looks like its time to get rich or die tryin'. It's just a question of how.

Deep in thought,
DJ Sisyphus