Author: Karel Kerezman

  • Can I get a “Yee-haw”?

    As of, oh, some time in the very near future, Entercom will own and operate Portland stations KWJJ and KOTK, country and talk formatted outfits respectively. (Don’t worry, it’s not a secret anymore. The press release is out there for the world to see. The part of the world that gives a crap about radio business news, anyway.)

    Hooray. Yippee. Yee-haw. Boy howdy. I get to work for a country station now. Well, don’t that just beat all, y’all?

    But wait, it gets better. From all I’ve heard, several parts of this blessed union are going to make my job… entertaining. For one thing, they appear not to have a dedicated computer technician. For another, the plan is to move the two new acquisitions into our building. Even better, they want to do it without leasing additional space. That’s right, we’re going to try packing two more stations’ worth of people and equipment into our existing digs. Incredible. And, I hope, utterly impossible. The best thing that could happen would be some facility expansion.

    As difficult as this may end up being for me, I can only imagine what the people down at what used to be Fisher Broadcasting’s Portland stations are thinking this evening. They found out the same time we did, right before closing time today.

    If any of those fine folks stumble across this website: Guys and gals, my worries are just as much for your sake as for my own. Welcome to the Entercom family, and I’ll do my damnedest to make sure that the transition is as painless as possible. Just don’t be surprised if I’m a bit snappish from time to time. People in my line of work stress a lot. It comes with the territory.

    Think of it as being like the stress of, for instance, finding out your stations just got new owners. Each and every day.

  • A button fit for a duck.

    So I’m eyeballing one of my favorite regular reads, and notice two things.

    One, that my link is gone from the link sidebar. Two, this:

    “Oh,” I say to myself. “That explains the missing text link.”

    Useful bit of Photoshopping, that. Feel free to use it, if you’re into the graphical linky thing. I’d appreciate if you copied the image to your own server, though. Thanks.

  • After George Left Us

    You may recall, back in March, a journal entry regarding the tragic loss of a close family member. Since then I’ve been (politely) pestering my remaining uncle for his account of what happened immediately afterward. With his permission, it is now online.

    While this may only be of interest to close friends and family, I’m sharing it with everyone anyway. My reasons are my own.

    Goodbye, George Kerezman.
    The George Diaries

  • And now for your moment of ZEN.

    All told, today’s been an even better day than yesterday. Busy as hell, yes. Thankless and demoralizing, no.

    And if I’d known that removing the old server from the network would revive ZENworks, I’d have done so Saturday morning instead of waiting until almost noon today. Hellfire and damnation.

    I’m hoping that this is the last “run around the building all day long” kind of day for a while. With ZEN on my side again, it very well may be. Huzzah!

  • Rugrat Number One, Front And Center

    There are three things I don’t write (much) about here, one of which is actually inappropriate to write about for the foreseeable future.

    The other two are named Alex and Erica, and I really should write about them more often.

     

    Wendi’s filling the void a bit by sharing with everyone what an awesome son we have.
    Our awesome son

  • Squeaky Wheel Symphony

    All things being equal, today hasn’t been all that bad.

    I strolled into the office shortly before 9:00am and proceeded to perform the required tasks upon nearly every computer in the building. What are these tasks? I’m glad you asked.

    • Set Novell Client properties to use TENCHI as the preferred server.
    • Log into TENCHI, thus mapping drives correctly and clearing old connections.
    • Create desktop icons to replace old ZENworks icons.
    • Delete all network printers.
    • Put the network printers back.

    That last bit is the tedious part, since “point and print” still adamantly refuses to live up to its name. I just know I’m going to dream about print driver install dialog windows tonight. Le sigh.

    The really entertaining thing about today was the prioritizing process. It was easy at first, since managers and those who do the time-sensitive work obviously come first. That still leaves 85% or more of the office to be handled as best I can. (As of this writing, I have yet to finish off the broadcast studios or get anywhere near the Promotions Pit, a.k.a. Cthol Mishrak.)

    My day rapidly devolved into a symphony of squeaky wheels, all begging me to dash to their cubicle right away because, after all, “I need to be able to print right now…” For the most part I obliged these noisemakers, but only if I wasn’t already elbows-deep in something of actual importance.

    For instance, we had a spot of trouble with PowerMerge, an esoteric bit of radio software. That led to some frantic running around and a phone call to the guy in Florida who wrote the thing. Fixing the read-only status of some files turned the trick. Yay!

    And then there’s the little problem between recent Netware 5.0 service packs and recent Win2K/XP Novell client versions. It has to do with caching, file locking and automatic reconnections, and it can bring a server to its knees. I, of course, have learned this the hard way. (Yes, I’ll be restarting the server in a little while.) We didn’t have a problem with the old server because I didn’t have it on the most recent (and, of course, highly recommended) service pack. Le sigh.

    The vast majority of my coworkers showed great patience and expressed no small praise for my efforts. Hell, I even scored some goodies. Squeaky wheels they may be, but at least they’re generally nice and polite squeaky wheels. It wouldn’t have taken more than one or two negative nabobs to really ruin my whole day, so it’s only fair to express my thanks, even in a venue unread by most folks at the office.

    Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll finish my lunch (yes, it is after six p.m., what’s your point?) and prepare to briefly down a server.