I was outside the WOKQ studio to within a degree. No coat. Ring the bell again and again. Wait… Wait for someone… Wait for someone to answer that damn door.
Let me backtrack because this story is going to be LEGEN…wait for it…DARY.
It was Wednesday, January 5, 2022.
6:30 a.m. – While having my morning coffee and starting my daily emails, I did something out of the ordinary. I continued In effect and looked for a new job. Why? Not sure. I was comfortable in my old job. I didn’t like it, per se, but it paid my bills and I had great benefits.
7:30 a.m. – Found the post “Digital and Radio Content Leader/Radio Host – WOKQ”. I practically gagged. THE WOKQ needed a new radio host?! THE WOKQ that my father made me listen to when I was 10, in his truck, even though I hated country at the time… I had to apply.
8:30 a.m. – 11:30 a.m. – Application time. I corrected my resume. I wrote a cover letter. I’ve attached social media links, professional videos I’ve made, and all my (limited) media experience. I was about to submit when I found a part of the job application I had never heard of before: a video intro or myself telling a story. It was time for me to slow down and get it right.
11:30 am – I FaceTimed my brother to talk about my plan of attack. I started telling her my creative video ideas, my unique editing skills to show off, etc. I was nervous. I needed to go fast but wanted to have a video that represented my abilities. Halfway through my anxious plea for help, Nick said, “Logan, stop thinking too much. Start the camera and start talking. They will love you.
12:00 p.m. – The camera has started. Word vomit and gibberish take one. It’s time to take two.
12:01 – Camera started *did off* not too sure what I said.
12:15 p.m. – I decided after submitting my application that it was up to me to introduce myself to someone in the studio. I didn’t really have a plan. I just applied. It didn’t matter. I wanted to shake someone’s hand and make the kind of impression I knew I was capable of. I completely forgot that we were in the middle of a pandemic where A LOT of companies switched to remote working.
12:30 p.m. – I was quickly reminded of “working from home” when no one was at the WOKQ studio. I was so excited about this opportunity that I ran out of the house without a coat. In January. In New Hampshire. I rang the doorbell of the WOKQ studio in Dover. Given the lack of cars (zero) I was not too confident. I rang up front for about five minutes. After the five, I needed to get back to my car to warm up.
12:40 p.m. – Came home and found two or three cars. I rang the rear bell for another five minutes. Nothing.
Do you remember when I said I was waiting outside? Wait… Wait for someone… Wait for someone to answer that damn door.
12:45 – Went back in front for another shot. I rang that bell a few more times and from the darkness in the studio an angel appeared about to open the door I had been shivering waiting for 15 minutes.
The first conversation went something like this:
Kyra: Hi? Can I help you? Who are you here to see?
Logan: Yeah, I’m not sure. I just applied for the open morning radio station. I thought I’d come downstairs to shake someone’s hand…
Kira: Oh, what station?
Logan: 97.5 WOKQ.
Kira: This is my station. You applied to be my co-host…
The rest is history. We hit it off, we planned to take on the world, and now we’ll be pouring positivity and laughter into your ears weekdays from 5:30 a.m. to 10 a.m.
I took a chance, followed my heart, and jumped at an opportunity, and the result is now Kira and Logan in the morning.
I can’t wait for you to join us.