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Job StoryWorking hard.... and hardly working. Author: Chris Tsakis
Job Story is a podcast about working hard... and hardly working. It documents my job history and job search and yours, with a special focus on Bad Bosses, Crazy Co-workers, F'd up Freelance, Garbage Gigs, Tepid Temps and Toxic Teams.Submit your Job Story via email or Facebook. You can also record a Job Story of 90 seconds or less via SpeakPipe or call the Job Story line at WAY-4-JOB-POD (929-456-2763) and record a longer Job Story.Job Story comes to you from broadcast and podcast professional Chris Tsakis, with 30-plus years on both sides of the mic at CBS, NPR, SiriusXM and WNYC. Chris is a Creator, DJ, Engineer, Host, Idea Engine, Podcaster, Producer and Writer.A legitimate "Jack-of-All-Trades", Chris also has a broad base of knowledge skillfully employed as a host and program producer. He understands the technical and structural process that goes into making audio content but also has the cleverness and creativity to put that knowledge to good use. As a host, he's smart, funny and engaging - but he has the capacity to see more of the 'big picture' than many folks who work behind the mic.Send your Job Story today! And sign up for my newsletter. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information. Language: en Genres: Business, Careers, Comedy Contact email: Get it Feed URL: Get it iTunes ID: Get it |
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Aerial View #002
Episode 2
Tuesday, 4 December, 2018
Tonight at 6 pm hear a replay of Friday's Aerial View show Everything Sucks & People Are Stupid on thehoundnyc.com. At 7 pm Aerial View becomes available as a podcast here. Aerial View's Facebook page is here.Join me for another Aerial View every Friday, 6 PM eastern time on thehoundnyc,com.The rundown:Living in the Upside DownRadio, the new TV.Hospital Shootings.All that and YOUR CALLS at 929-456-2763.The quote:"Socialism never took root in America because the poor see themselves not as an exploited proletariat but as temporarily embarrassed millionaires." - John SteinbeckThe Poem:St. Andrew’s Day, 1935Sharply the menacing wind sweeps overthe bending poplars, newly bare,and the dark ribbons of the chimneysveer downward; flicked by whips of air.Torn posters flutter; coldly soundthe boom of trams and the rattle of hooves,and the clerks who hurry to the stationlook, shuddering, over the eastern rooves,thinking, each one, ‘Here comes the winter!Please God I keep my job this year!’And bleakly, as the cold strikes throughtheir entrails like an icy spear,they think of rent, rates, season tickets,insurance, coal, the skivvy’s wages,boots, school-bills, and the next installmentupon the two twin beds from Drage’s.For if in careless summer daysin groves of Ashtaroth we whored,repentant now, when winds blow cold,we kneel before our rightful lord;the lord of all, the money-god,who rules us blood and hand and brain,who gives the roof that stops the wind,and, giving, takes away again;who spies with jealous, watchful care,our thoughts, our dreams, our secret ways,who picks our words and cuts our clothes,and maps the pattern of our days;who chills our anger, curbs our hope,and buys our lives and pays with toys,who claims as tribute broken faith,accepted insults, muted joys;who binds with chains the poet’s wit,the navvy’s strength, the soldier’s pride,and lays the sleek, estranging shieldbetween the lover and his bride.- George Orwell Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
