About a month ago I was told by an eight year old, who was touring the station, that I had the most awesome job in the world.  Most days I would tend to agree with the little tike’s assessment.  For the most part the job isn’t that difficult, I work with some pretty awesome people, and a major component of my profession is watching television.  Alas, when I find myself sitting in an empty television station on a Friday night, airing syndicated programming whose only purpose in life is to fill the dead air between Jimmy Kimmel Live and Good Morning America Weekend, I start to doubt the awesomeness of my job.

Of course, it definitely could be worse.  I could be airing an infomercial where two grown men sit discussing the benefits of cleansing your colon, which I have done on several occasions before.  I actually believe that is what hell is like.  Twenty-eight minutes and twenty-six seconds of colon cleansing talk, with graphic imagery, that repeats endlessly until the end of time.

The fact that things could be worse, however, does not alleviate the hours of boredom I face when I am working my dreaded Friday overnight shifts. So I often find myself occupying my time with working out various ways I could fortify the station to repel invaders. Generally the scenario in mind involves the before mentioned invaders being of the zombie variety, which seems to be a great debate between my co-worker Megan and myself. She feels that the station is the perfect location to wait out any impending zombie apocalypse, while I feel that there are far too many points of entry to serve as a suitable refuge from zombies.