About 12 years ago, when I was in college, I held a part-time overnight board-op position at an AM station in the city where my college was. One night at about 2am, two jocks got into an argument over the phone. The off-site jock, who had been out drinking at one of the station-sponsored bar events, came in to confront the one in the FM studio in person, and a fight broke out. I heard it from my own studio down the hall just as it was breaking up and spilling out into the corridor, and the jock who came in was storming out of the building. I went to check on the jock in the studio and found him with minor facial injuries, and feeling around the floor for his glasses. The glasses had been knocked off during the fight, and finally showed up busted. I had to put material on the air for him, because he was legally blind without them, and could barely see the buttons on the console.
I made a couple of phone calls and received no answer from anyone in my chain of command, but eventually made contact with the station ops manager. He was understandably peeved at being awakened in the middle of the night, and doubly so for the circumstances. He told me that if the other jock came back to call the police and have him removed from the building. He then slammed the phone down, cutting off his own stream of muttered obscenities.
I helped the jock in the sutdio clean up during the 15-20 minute show segments of the infomercials I was running that night, and there was a lot to clean up. You know those big 6-foot tall chrome wire carousel racks for cd's & carts? The ones that hold 600 of each...? Two of them had been knocked over, and a third partially emptied onto the others as it was crashed into during the fight. The cd's & carts were ankle deep on the floor behind the console. I helped him re-alphabetize some of it for a while, but then left at the end of my shift around 6 am. He stayed on to finish cleaning up, and exlpain to the day shift why so many cd jewel cases and carts were now busted.
The following week, presumably after the two jocks had been reprimanded, *I* got yelled at for calling the ops manager in the middle of the night. I was told it was not an issue he should have been notified of; that it was no concern of his - despite there being 10 minutes of dead air while the jocks were fighting. I was also told that type of behavior was a regular thing between the two jocks, and I needed to "lighten up a bit". I voluntarily left the employ of that company about two weeks later, after I was forced to stay four extra hours on Thanksgiving morning. I found that the jock who was supposed to relieve me was on vacation, and the PD "forgot" to schedule a replacement for the shift after me. Unfortunately, the whole experience of working for that company was unpleasant from beginning to end, but hey - it got me drinking money while I was in school...