As I’ve gotten settled in at the new job, two of my new coworkers have made similar comments about how they enjoy the blog, but they’re terrified they’ll do something to wind up in the blog. I’m not going to name them–I just wanted to bring that up because I now have it on good authority that this blog has at least two readers.

Last month, Les Moonves closed the deal to sell his radio stations to Entercom. When Entercom took over, we were told to take a series of tests on exciting legal topics ordered by the FCC.

These tests were adorably named, “Entercom University,” but I couldn’t log in.

Three different supervisors suggested, and I swear I’m not making this up, four potential usernames and three passwords for each of those usernames.

None of those worked, so off I went to the tech guy who sent me to the manager of the business office. She deduced that I’d been hired too close to when the station was sold, so she put me in touch with someone in the corporate office.

The corporate office explained that I had a bunch of empty information in my “contact card.” Among those was no job title, so I’m now taking suggestions on what my job title should be.

My first thought was to declare myself “B.A. Scaia” and call myself a reporter of fortune, a crack journalist fired for a crime he didn’t commit. But then I thought, “You have the go-get-’em attitude of a B.A. Baracus, but you’re saddled with the reassuring good looks of Faceman.”

More on how you’re mistaken if you think I have too much free time in a bit.

One associate suggested “celebrity goat milker.”

Another, citing the portrait by my sister-in-law, says my job title should be “Commodore Scaia.”

I went back to our business manager to tell her that all this paperwork was missing [I did not offer potential job titles]. She was remarkably helpful: the first thing she asked me was, “Are you at least getting paid?”

I am getting paid, so we agreed this would work out somehow.

It’s not as though I don’t understand the issues broadcasters face. To make up for the missed training, I watched the WKRP episode about payola on Hulu. [You might think I have too much free time. You might be a fool.]

I was a no-show for Entercom University. That’s not an ideal start, but I was a no-show for a lot of my classes at Ball State, and I managed to graduate with honors there, so I’m sure this will work out fine.