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Sanjay Kumar, News & Traffic
If you search for Sanjay Kumar on the Internet, you'll find he's either a former CEO of Computer Associates (now doing 12 years in prison for accounting fraud), a solider, or a wrestler. I assure you, none of these people are me! I've been in broadcasting for a couple of decades and have had a few names (radio people often have more than one name). So, for most of my career, I've been Ted Asregadoo (my real name), Ted E. (groan), and now Sanjay Kumar. I am Asian Indian, but was born and have lived my entire life in North America -- with most of that time in the Bay Area. In my radio career, I've been a DJ, traffic reporter, news writer, and news anchor. I also worked in promotions, marketing, and social media for a group of radio stations for a few years. The good thing about having all those jobs is that it has made me a very versatile radio talent (a good thing to have these days as the business has really changed). Anyway, that's the skinny about me. If you're a big Twitter user, you can follow my musings, retweets, and conversations about music.
Sabrina / Producer
Q / Phone Producer & Blogger
Tim / Technical Director
A miracle has happened, right here in my cup.
I will be the last person to complain about the amazing, new gourmet coffee bar machines recently installed here at work. Really, it got a Glory Halleluia out of me, and I don't just give those away. Radio station coffee is, by American custom and tradition, always horrible. It's right down there with the undrinkable, putrid, ancient oily stuff you find sloshing around in a filthy chipped container in the back corner of a rundown rural gas station run by Mormons.
But no, not here. One of the most pleasant surprises I have ever found at any place I've ever worked was...the coffee situaion here at Clear Channel San Francisco. It is nothing short of miraculous. And best of all---mysteriously---it is all free. Free I tell you. How can this be?
There are several stations here in the building. How many I do not know, it's a big place and I still get lost when I get off on the wrong floor, but I think it's seven stations. That's a lot of caffeine-craving people looking to fill their mugs.
I must say, this particular company has raised the bar for radio station coffee. We have not one, not two, but three gourmet coffee machines at strategic points in the complex, each ready to dispense whatever you desire. You name it, it'll make it for you. And did I mention it's free.
Like a mini-Starbucks for the hoity toity, each one of these roboticized barista contraptions sit there loaded with every type of caffeinated creation you can think of. It's like a Star Trek replicator. You want a double strength cafe vanilla latte with a dash of nutmeg? Press the button. Cafe mocha espresso with an extra shot of chocomilk & whipped foam on top? Just punch the buttons, place the insulated cup on the illuminated ledge, and it's yours. Only a fool would select "regular coffee, no cream or sugar, small." But if you want to live like a peasant, you can have that too.
And did I mention it's all free. Nice thick impressive disposable cups that don't burn your hand.
I just wanted to mention this because I've done my share of intestine poisoning through the years at work, dumping cups of slimy La Brea tar pit gutter runoff into my belly. Year by year, I've consumed the worst stuff ever brewed by rinky dink sticky little yellowed plastic Mr. Coffee machines. They are always sitting crooked on the counter in the radio station's dimly lit quasi-kitchen area, a sticky-floored space reaking of moldy pizza, electrical short-circuiting, and vomit. You could teach a molecular biology class based on the mysterious substances in there, with nothing more lethal than the old brown liquid percolating in the coffee machine. Whenever you hear about the death of a veteran radio announcer, you can disregard whatever they say was the cause. The real culprit was undoubtedly the years of lethal rancid radio station coffee sludging through their veins.
So while I have been known to whine & complain noisily about things that I don't like---something I've made a career of doing, come to think of it---I am not above giving credit where credit is due. The coffee here is fantastic. You never see this quality of radio station coffee staring back at you from your cup, it just doesn't happen. It's like good gospel music at an athiest's convention. Or skinny people at Hometown Buffet. You just do not see it.
I'd write more but unfortunately, my coffee has gotten cold as I sat here pecking at the keys. No worries though, I'll jump dump it out and punch up another double strength medium misto with steamed milk and cinnamon sprinkles. Man, these fancy coffee machines must have cost a fortune. I will never complain about anything around here, ever. They have earned my respect.
Oh, here's a photo of my coffee. I'm holding it just to the right of the office computer and monitor provided for me, which were manufactured in 1993 and 1994, respectively.