My Monday hasn’t been too bad so far, but the same can’t be said of Jayn. She’s faced mysterious computer troubles and clue-impaired listeners while managing a frantic round of contesting. I figure if there was a Cirque de Soleil act for juggling lunacy, she’d be a shoe-in for lead performer.
While I was paying a brief “house call” to make sure her studio GP was working again, I was treated to what she later insisted was only a sample of how her Monday’s been treating her:
Caller: Hi, I was wondering how I can pick up my prize.
Jayn: Well, you just come down to the studio and pick it up at the front desk. Do you need directions?
Caller: I know how to get there. So, um, do I need to push the NRK button when I get there?
Jayn: No, there’s a door, you just pull on it and come right in…
Jayn: … what city do you live in?
Jayn: What’s your ZIP code?
Jayn: Ah, I got that hon’. I need your ZIP code.
So if you’re an NRK listener and you call in during Jayn’s show today, please be gentle with her. She’s a very nice woman who’s rapidly approaching the end of her patience, and she deserves a little kindness. Thanks!