This post wrote itself

This was the response to a question a friend asked in an email.

> 4. How goes things?

Other than Xia hating her job, pretty good. :) Xia and I are getting looks when we're going out. Me, the only brown haired albino, and Xia the female equivalent of George Hamil. I worked my first Marlin game a week or two back. Got chewed out in the control room for fucking up. It was a big mess. I was pretty embarrassed. The producer came downstairs and yelled a lot, and all I remember him saying was "Do you want me to get fucking fired?" If you would have heard the chatter on the headsets when I sent the wrong clip on screen..Well let me put it this way, I sounded like I just launched an inadvertent nuclear strike on Miami. Their was a lot of "What the fuck", and "Holy Shit". It was like in the movies where total chaos has begun and everyone is talking at once. Its funny now, but while it was going on, it was bad. Basically it went down like this. The guy who was training me, Mario, just learned how to use the system the night before. They called him in to show me how to do. During pre-game he fucked up a couple of times, by not bring it clips on time. When the game started he posted a few batters late. So by the third inning the producer, had already made a few comments over the headset to tighten it up in Ad-Serv. After watching Mario for all this time I jumped in sometime after the third inning. During the fourth, I posted a batter to the scoreboard too quickly. Your supposed to wait till the PA announcer call the next batter or wait till the directors que, whichever comes first. When I posted the batter it was about ten seconds after the previous out, but before anyone called it. The producer questioned why Lorreta was posted, and asked what was going on. He was annoyed at that point. The fire and brimstone rained upon me during the 5th inning break. I sent a video clip to the scoreboard way to early. I thought I heard my que, and I clicked on the icon. Well it was a get ready que, not the go que. That is when the shit hit the fan.

So how was your week?