But that was in the first half. I think they stopped yelling at me in the second half. So that makes me think they're happy with me. I mean, they asked me to check out some things and I did. I also corrected some things and noted a late fourth-down play. But after the game, when I sat down to eat and reflect and try to process the tension taking over my body, I realized that this would be the time when I would not be asked back. I keep thinking that I've done so awfully that I won't be asked back, yet I keep getting asked back for five years now, so I thus think that if I think I did well, that's when I'll be fired. I have to gird myself for that.
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That asshole who tried to fire me was still there. Looked at me, probably remembered who I was, then didn't care that he was going to walk in front of me. I'm working here, you fat piece of shit. I may not be hired ever again, but I was hired to work this day, therefore you have to give me some respect. Fuck you, you fucking fuck.
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Not only do I think I'll be fired, this guy with the production thinks he'll be fired, too. Something about his bosses leaving for the airport after the game.
I feel sorry for the guy. People like him in his position are put through the wringer for little pay. Had a little talk with him after the game, where he didn't know if he was going to have a job tomorrow. His position is basically stressful no matter which network you work for -- CBS, FOX, ESPN, or NBC. He took this job because the pay's a little better than the others; it's not middle-class, but it's more than I'm earning this year.
If this guy feels like he's losing his job, I can't be the only person feeling the pressure.
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