It’s now 2003. Does that make you feel old? You know YOU’RE AN AGING RADIO DJ, IF.

You were first hired by a GM who actually worked in radio before becoming GM.

You excitedly turned up the radio at the sound of “dead air” on
the competitor’s station.

Sales guys wore Old Spice to cover the smell of liquor.

You were playing Elvis’ number one hits when he was alive.

Engineers could actually fix things without sending them back to the manufacturer.

You worked for only ONE station, and you could name the guy who owned it.

You remember when normal people listened to AM radio, and only “hippies” listened to FM.

Radio stations used to have enough on-air talent to field a
whole cricket team every summer.

You’re at least 10 years older than the last two GM’s who fired you.

You used to smoke in a radio station and nobody cared.

Overnight jocks always had the worst body odour, not because they worked too hard, but because they just didn’t shower that often.

You know the difference between good reel-to-reel tape and cheap reel-to-reel tape.

You still have a white grease pencil, a razor blade, and a spool of 3M splicing tape in your desk drawer – – just in case.

You can post a record, run down the hall, go to the bathroom, and be back in 2:50 for the segue.

You knew exactly where to put the pulse on the end of a carted song.

You always had a screwdriver in the studio so you could take a fouled-up cart apart at a moment’s notice.

You never thought twice about drinking from the same bottle with another DJ.

Somebody would say, “You have a face for radio”, and it was still funny.

Sixty percent of your wardrobe has a station logo on it.

You still refer to CDs as “records.”

You played practical jokes on the air without fear of lawsuits.

You answer your home phone with the station call letters.

You knew how to change the ribbon on the teletype machine, but you hated to do it because “…that’s the news guy’s job.”

You remember when “Rock” wasn’t a bunch of guys who look and sound more like girls.

You have several old air-check cassettes in a cardboard box in your closet that you wouldn’t dream of letting anyone hear anymore, but, you’ll never throw them out or tape over them.

You can still see scars on your finger when you got cut using a razor blade and cleaned out the cut with head-cleaning alcohol and an extra long cotton swab on a wooden stick.

You have a couple of old transistor radios around the house with corroded batteries inside them.

People who ride in your car exclaim, “Why is your radio so loud?”

You remember when people thought radio was important.

(Thanks to Strategic Media Solutions

for this contribution)