In late October of 1968 I was stationed at Warner-Robbins Air Force Base which is located near Macon, Georgia. After being honorably discharged from the United States Air Force on November 1st of that year I decided I would travel to Atlanta and see if I could get a job there.
I fortunately found a job quite quickly and ended up working briefly for a company named Baker Audio which was located in Atlanta, Georgia proper. The company, although small, was quite well known for its expertise in the realm of audio and among other things, had put in the sound system in Atlanta Fulton County Stadium. This fact was soon to become a blessing in disquise as it turns out.
Not but a week or so after starting to work there my boss asked if I would mind working on an upcoming Sunday for a few hours. He noted that since it was Sunday I would be getting paid double-time. Well, I jumped at the opportunity. Especially given the fact I was only making like $90 a week to begin with. But the best news was yet to come
My boss then began to explain the essence of the job I had just accepted. The company, Baker Audio, had the maintenance and operating contract for the sound system with the Atlanta Stadium and anytime there was an event at the stadium requiring the sound system being used, that a Baker Audio sound system person had to be at the stadium to turn on the system and oversee any problems that might occur. My boss went on to say there was almost never a problem and if there was, they had backup available, normally equated to by simply flipping a switch.
He went on to say that the stadium had two heated and/or air-conditioned glassed-in booths. One was for the “rich and famous” and adjacent to it was the other booth which was for the operator of the electronic scoreboards and for the employees of the sound system company who were maintaining and running the sound system. The main sound system consoles were also located in this booth which is obviously why the employees were allowed in that booth.
On two different Sundays I accompanied my boss to the stadium to fulfill those responsibilities and learn how to turn on and run the system. Those two occasions involved football games being played by the Atlanta Falcon’s football team and their opponent for that week.
What this all meant in layman’s terms was that on the upcoming Sunday I was going to get paid double time for flipping a switch and sitting in a heated, glassed-in booth and watching a football game between the Atlanta Falcons and the Los Angeles Rams or in case number two, watching them play the Detriot Lions a few weeks later. Does life suck sometimes or what?
That first Sunday I also found out that I was also allowed in the press area along with being able to partake in the food buffet set up for the press core and attending celebrities. I remember my boss and I getting a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon but everything was pretty much a blur to me. I was just completely mesmerized by the whole thing. Talk about a great job.
Below are a couple of gate passes I kept from the two games where I attended and worked so very, very hard. Some jobs have perks, but I have to say this was the perk of all perks! Being paid double time to watch a football game….at the stadium no less!
Believe it or not, I made one of those ‘life decisions’ only two months after taking this job to quit the company and return home to Arkansas. I think in the long run that was a good decision but it goes without saying how often I have thought back about that job and the fact that I could have been paid good money just to sit in a booth, flip a switch, and watch either the Atlanta Falcons or Atlanta Braves play their games season after season.



Tana said,
November 16, 2009 at 11:08 pm
Oh yeah, it was a dirty job, but someone had to do it huh?????? LOL
eaglefike said,
November 17, 2009 at 4:55 am
Nice story.. thank you for sharing
kenju said,
November 17, 2009 at 9:05 am
I’m not a fan, but even I might have liked THAT job!! I know many men would envy you that. Keep the tickets and sell them on ebay when you need a nest egg.
Charlene said,
November 17, 2009 at 11:41 am
Nice story…reminds me of a “perk” I enjoyed while working for H.W. Bass ( THE Bass Bros…oil, etc)…back in the late 60’s…I’ll have to write about it on my blog.
Kay Dennison said,
November 18, 2009 at 8:48 pm
Isn’t it great when something like that happens? It makes you believe in serendipity.
joared said,
November 20, 2009 at 3:56 am
Yeah, I know about those “life decisions” that find us going in a direction that results in leaving behind some really good things. Does often work out to be for the best, but do you ever wonder …..?
Ellouise Schoettler said,
November 21, 2009 at 9:51 pm
Really enjoyed the story – the set-up for it – and how it worked out. Very effective way of working with memoir.
quinntessentiallyme said,
November 23, 2009 at 12:11 pm
I loved this blog and I’m quite impressed that you didn’t decide to stay, just for those games alone! I grew up in Louisiana, where my mother was an engineer for a radio station. When the Independence Bowl came around each year, she had to make sure the game was aired and the equipment was working properly. This required her to be on top of the stadium media areas, outside and in the freezing weather, which typically was freezing rain, at that time of year. She had the worst luck with the weather turning brutally cold so when she looks back on it, it wasn’t with the fondness you had, but at least she knows she did a great job!
I’ve always wanted to experience a game from one of those glassed-in booths. Maybe some day.