crisis at the message centre

Timmy is injured! Luckily, not a horrible season ending sort of injury, but still, injured. I hate Clumsy James Jones for his futile attempts to stop Timmy's greatness. For that, mr. stupid-leg-in-the-way should be sentenced to the circle of the Inferno where the people where lead robes and are forced to walk in never-ending circles around a roasting fire. That is the weight of guilt. If it had been a acl tear, I don't think Dante described a level severe enough.

This whole incident has been enough to expel the sparkle in my heart which was disguising my space there, and it has brought to the forefront the black spot on my soul.

UPDATE:

Ok, here is something that makes this a tiny bit better.



I love these boys!

Why I am not a nurse

In some people, empathy lives in never-ending stores, like bottomless wells of the stuff. And in me, I have a small bottle of the stuff.

Is that the mo0st fair way to say this? I don't know. I don't laugh at the sufferers. I just was raised in a bit of a bootstrap environment. As in, "pull yourself up by those bootstraps and stop whining and go kick some butt." And when it came to being sick, it was "stand up straight and smile and you'll feel better by lunchtime." Direct quote. Not joking.

So when Earnesto smashed his finger yesterday morning, and was convinced it was broken, I was "oh well, that sucks." It is broken. and he had to bin his carefully crafted schedule to go to the doctor twice to be told yes it is broken, no, we don't do anything about this kind of break.

It's like he is made of papier-mache. He did have a life-threatening illness within the past five years. That will make you take care of yourself better, be a little more cautious. But when he took more time off for a trifling cold than I did for mono, that's outside of enough. Stand up straight, I want to yell, and make yourself feel better. It's only a ring finger.

Maybe that's why, in the Pirate Quizzes, I always get such a good rating. Black spot on my soul (after the Sydney Olympics), and space in my heart, and the like.

Curling for beginners

Oh, who doesn't love the Winter Olympics? I certainly do. And not just because I will always cherish fond memories of folding nearly 600 paper cranes for a dear friend's wedding in February of 2006 while watching the games. No, I love it because it inspires people to take up sports that seem so much more doable than synchronized swimming, such as curling.

I haven't actually ever curled (played curling, done it, whatever the proper term is). I am not trying to demean curling. There is a lot of strategy that goes into it. And having hefted a curling stone, I know it's not like tiddly-winks. But I have seen curling fever strike. Random people will decide to get together and opine strongly over how great a sport it is and how they have a yen to give it a go.

Be warned. Resist the urge. Curling is not for beginners. It is for people who feel at ease in icy situations. And it should never be attempted in the Workplace.

I know, because I have just watched my boss (Earnesto, let's call him) perform the equivalent of beginner's curling with office arrangements. Let's just say that one hopes that they way an office is set up has more to do with strategy than it does gratuitous movement and the random shifting of heavy objects. I mean, when does it make sense to split up a department and move an office just to move an office? This isn't Art for Art's sake. It's a workplace.

Until now, when it is the office version of curling for beginners.