Radio Jake
In December of '05, I took a position at an internet start-up owned and operated by two couples. Couple A are Chinese; the wife is English-fluent, but the husband is almost totally incomprehensible. He ran the IT department; unsurprisingly, his leadership role was actually a cruel joke perpetrated upon the staff. worked out really well for everybody because highly technical language is actually easier to understand when spoken in Pidgin English.
Couple Boriginally hail from Planet ADHD, a little-known vacation spot in the Douchebag Asteroid Cluster. are plain old easy-to-understand American, and the husband in particular (who was the President and my direct report) was a real sidewalk treat.
A couple of months after I started, I haplessly managed to "score" a position for Jake, who was looking for a part-time gig to supplement his wife's income before he resumed his school career (thus rendering the second time in my life that Jake and I have worked at the same office). He lasted about six months and I was gone not long thereafter, but stories and hi-jinks abound - enough to fill volumes. I'd give you more details, but we're saving it for a book or a screenplay. Sincerely.
Anyway, part of my job occasionally involved fooling around with audio; I was drafted to create little things like soundbeds for my boss's appearance on some podcast material. One of the other managers heard about this and asked if I'd be interested in producing an in-house, no-budget radio commercial for one of the company's online stores. Preferring that to being ignored by the big man, I set about my task of rounding up talent.
Jake, of course, had to get in on this. We tracked about ten minutes' worth of content, which has been posted here and here for your listening pleasure. I like to hear the unedited versions, but if you prefer to skip to the characters he performed on the fly, I proudly introduce: Radio Guy, Tom Shane, Angry Guy and Surfer Guy.
(The final spot ended up featuring one of the women in the office; sorry, Man Of At Least Five Voices.)
There are other forthcoming testaments to our on-the-clock tomfoolery, but for now, know this: Jake totally missed his calling.
Couple B
A couple of months after I started, I haplessly managed to "score" a position for Jake, who was looking for a part-time gig to supplement his wife's income before he resumed his school career (thus rendering the second time in my life that Jake and I have worked at the same office). He lasted about six months and I was gone not long thereafter, but stories and hi-jinks abound - enough to fill volumes. I'd give you more details, but we're saving it for a book or a screenplay. Sincerely.
Anyway, part of my job occasionally involved fooling around with audio; I was drafted to create little things like soundbeds for my boss's appearance on some podcast material. One of the other managers heard about this and asked if I'd be interested in producing an in-house, no-budget radio commercial for one of the company's online stores. Preferring that to being ignored by the big man, I set about my task of rounding up talent.
Jake, of course, had to get in on this. We tracked about ten minutes' worth of content, which has been posted here and here for your listening pleasure. I like to hear the unedited versions, but if you prefer to skip to the characters he performed on the fly, I proudly introduce: Radio Guy, Tom Shane, Angry Guy and Surfer Guy.
(The final spot ended up featuring one of the women in the office; sorry, Man Of At Least Five Voices.)
There are other forthcoming testaments to our on-the-clock tomfoolery, but for now, know this: Jake totally missed his calling.
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