Along those lines, I was doing Sunday morning sign-on duty (some stations in Eastern PA had a peculiar habit of signing off on Saturday night instead of Sunday) and was attempting to drive the 50 miles between Easton and Reading (to then-WHUM) in a snowstorm. It became obvious I wasn't going to get there on time.
I stopped somewhere and woke the PD up to explain the dilemma. Well, since the first hour was just regular format music and few commercials if any, he said just do the best you can; let me know if you can't get there in time to sign on at 7.
Which caused me to wonder if the first hour of programming was purposely allowed to be sacrificed due to the likelihood of a part-timer having partied too hard on Saturday night, but I never asked.
Earlier, I was somewhere between full- and part-time at WHTG in NJ, an AM daytimer which continued after dark on FM with "beautiful music" done the old-fashioned way with turntables.
Now some of you will remember back in those days it was common for some stations to propose more and more news and public affairs programming with each renewal. I suspect that was the case here because every night before sign-off at midnight, we would air one of the Public Affairs shows from Sunday. One of them was called "the Art of Aging" produced by Rutgers University. It began with sick-sounding distorted violins and then an announcer who intoned everything he said as if he were talking to someone not very bright (I don't think Alzheimer's had a name yet but that could have been the intended audience).
I was working two jobs at the time, so it was often difficult to stay awake especially during the PA shows right before sign-off. One night "The Art of Aging" did me in. I started the tape, loaded the sign off cart, put my head down on the desk and ZZZZZzzzzz!
I woke up with a start at 12:22am, immediately played the sign-off cart - all 3 minutes and 40 seconds of it - and shut everything down.
Even though the owner lived in the building, which was a ranch house that was one half her living quarters and one half the radio station AND there was a curtained window between her office and the control room, apparently the curtain never parted. Never heard a thing about it.
Oh, did I mention that the world's most polite silence alarm - it made a soft tinkling sound - was out of order that night.
When I eventually became emboldened enough to tell this story on myself I would add that there was a running joke here every time somebody messed up, "Oh well, no one's listening" we'd say. I would then say, "I guess I proved it!"
Don't ask me what I put down in the logs. I don't even remember but it sure couldn't have been the truth.
Back to WHUM: on the staff were 5 ham radio licensees: me, the PD, the news director, the chief (read: only) engineer, and the GM. After the PD my first contact with any of these was the engineer, who since he had to make all the arrangements for the church programs anyway, was permitted, I think, to get commission on those and sell them himself.
So from one week to the next there might be different programs with different patching arrangements and he was always careful to call the "trained monkey" and slowly and deliberately spell out what was needed to be done for that weekend's programs. Eventually, he figured out I wasn't a trained monkey and we got on very well with each other. After about 6 months of part-time here I was promoted to full-time on the midday shift.
Wiz, as we fondly referred to him, was especially appreciative of how I kept the transmitter logs even when I was part-time. One time he took an extended vacation of 5 weeks. He arranged for a backup, but may have forgotten to tell him about the timer at the transmitter that automatically, if not entirely legally at the time, would change power levels.
I noticed when a new month started that we were still changing at the old times so I would turn the transmitter back off and return it with night power until the designated time then switch back.
It turned out that Mr. Part-timer was the only one who noticed and when Wiz got back he had several weeks of logs with the incorrect power change time dutifully logged. Except on Sunday morning.
His solution was to have everyone re-do their logs, writing in the correct times even though this was tantamount to forgery. He took me aside and said something like, Now I'm not asking YOU to do anything illegal, all you have to do is copy what you already correctly logged.
Ok fast forward a couple of years and the transmitter goes down about 1:20 or 1:30 in the afternoon near the end of my shift. By this time I was known to be someone who knew a few things. There were some simple instructions written down on a small sheet headed, "instructions for takeout pizza" which I can only surmise was someone's idea of keeping those instructions secure from terrorists.
They called for first, turning off the main plates, then the filaments, and only then (but the instructions didn't say "only then") turning on the filaments of the aux, and then the plates after some specified warm up time.
What I did was first, turn on the aux filaments. Then attempt to revive the main. No luck so I went to the aux plates, pushed the lever switch on the Rust remote control to Raise and... Nothing. This didn't look good. Wiz came in and asked what I did and I told him. He said, "don't blame me cuz I didn't design it but you have to follow those instructions to the letter or the whole thing locks out as a safety measure. Now excuse me while I go the transmitter and untangle this mess!"
So I, probably the most technically-oriented of the air staff, was forced to stand there in the control room for 20 minutes unable to do anything about the problem I just caused! Awkward! The PD was pretty tech-oriented too but he didn't come on til 2. In the end, everybody had a good laugh at my expense. Hopefully, it made me more lovable.