Tom's hobby is stealing writing implements. Nobody in the office has lost more pens to Tom than Bugsy. Engineer Jennifer Loeb futilely adjusts the mics and asks the talent to stay somewhere in the general vicinity of them. By the time she walks out of the room, Tom has already moved out of position. The whole place has the atmosphere of a good friend's kitchen.
Folks have their feet up, junk is spread over every flat surface.
People are sipping coffee, laughing. There's no sign of nervousness or self-consciousness, no sense that almost 3 million people will tune in to hear what is said here over the next hour. Ken is at the phone in the back of the control room, chatting amiably with today's first caller. Jennifer is checking levels. Bugsy is getting comfortable, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head, as if getting ready for a cozy nap.