Saturday January 01, 2011
And so it begins....
My first official The Paranormal View co-hosting duties had a few gaffes without which I would have much rather prefered.
Four dates of the year are reserved for friends down in San Pedro, January first, July fourth, Thanksgiving Day and December 25th. I calculated that it I only went down for a few hours, departing at 3pm, I should arrive home before 5pm. Turned out... not so much.
I left a Facebook message for Henry that I was delayed, and I race in to find my OCD roommate in full OCD mode. Despite the numerous times being informed in advance of my co-hosting was Starting That Day, my roommate had Unilaterally Decided that it was Clean Every Centimeter Of The Apartment Day, and that I'd better participate. Despite often declaring been a performer, my roommate frequently demonstrated extreme unprofessionalism in that regard, and as a true performer would not interupt another's show for something that was not going to go away (e.g., the apartment could be cleaned after the show, the next day, et al), my roommate began going into complete enrage mode. As always my roommate could not have picked a worse time for such irrationality. I had forgotten that as my numerous reminders of my show had no nexus to my roommate's personal life or reality, it was never really being Stored To Memory, as it were.
I had already had the computer booted up and I managed finally to get closed the door to my bedroom on the declaration that my roommate intended to Make As Much Noise As Possible during the show.
Great.
Thankfully no such noise permeated the door; I got on Skype and Henry was finally able to connect me into the show. The chat room was happy I was there, I apologized for my delay, also explaining that my roommate had declined to remember my constant notifications of my being on the air, and that there could be issues later. While no real sound issues from my roommate took place, at the halfway point I realized I'd forgotten the show is two hours.
Crap.
I even pointed out my roommate would be "killing me twice as much" after the show. Sure enough, my roommate went into deeper unprofessional Non-Performer mode and began calling me on the phone.
We had gone to break, during which the hosts are to mute their mics. Not really having used Skype very much, I had believed my headset's volume control is only for the headphones, not its mic, as I would get chat room private-text messages to mute my mic. Then my roommate began calling. The chat room was able to hear as my roommate barged into my closed-door room to demand I help clean as, with no interest in actually tuning in to the show, my roommate falsely believed that not hearing me speak meant the show was over. I quickly apologized that the show is a two hour slot, but my roommate had long since abandoned anything along the lines of reason, logic. common sense or common courtesy.
Meanwhile it was apparent on the chat room screen that everyone was hearing this verbal exchange and the rantings of my roommate. Henry private-texted me it was okay if I had to go (as clearly I was between a rock and a hard place), and I "would not be fired" because of it.
With great embaressment I hastily texted my apologies to Henry and to the chat room and had to log off.
Good grief.
If I did a tenth of one percent towards my roommate along the same lines, there would be a vocal explosion to rival a nuclear explosion.
I felt at least, it would be interesting to see how it sounds, if Henry has learned how to record and archive the shows as podcasts.

Sadly, there was a technical hitch and Henry reported the show did not properly get recorded, leaving to the ether and the memories of those in the show and chat room the historic event. Two days later, my former BFF lost the remainder of her mind, and I found myself ejected from her place at 10pm on a Monday night in winter with the clothes on my back. Despite eventually being able to recover my possessions, said girl had thereby literally stolen not only the money she received towards my share of January's rent, but considerable monies lent to her over our years of friendship when she was in need and I was able to help.
May the gods have mercy on her... okay not really: may Badger Luck have at the perfidious girl big time...