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Having a sour tummy has blossomed into "head clawing itself apart" and "stomach sounding as if Lovecraftian demons are tearing their way through it." Doesn't help that, mouse-antics and a generally good day at work aside, yesterday non-literally blew chunks. Students are back in town and I can't tell you how happy I am or how stupid they are. And the Ambien must've slipped down a windpipe, 'cause I slept in about a two-hour chunk.
Now, I could go to work today. Uber-boss is gone for the week (w00t), but encouraging and condusive to work as that is, I'd probably infect the online staff with head-hurting, tummy-hating badness. And I should save my strength for Friday.
Friday is the local library's trivia night. I got roped into going to one in the middle of last year with supervisor and many of his friends. It's a team-based system -- your team (around 5-8 people) sit at a table through ten rounds of ten questions each read aloud. You discuss amongst yourselves, write down an answer, hand in the list at the end of the round. Well, one of our teammembers hasn't quite found his indoor voice yet ("DON SHULA!!!"), and it got a little...frustrating. This despite the fact that our team actually won both that contest and the next contest three months later. We're rolling in gift certificates and nice-quality pens. And yours truly got a plastic football keychain for boosting the team to going 10/10 in the football category last time. Boo-yah.
But this Friday supervisor's got the idea to abandon his friend and Mr. Shouty and start our own team made up exclusively of people at work. I fear this. His friend's quite smart and has a well-rounded cultural background -- art, music, pleasant things. Our team will know anything electronic, Star Trek, Oscar-nominated, journalism-based, grammatical, football or Greek/Roman dramatic, but that's about it. Dogs? Nothing. That was a category last time (or the time before) and I spent it devising ways to dispose of Mr. Shouty who was grabbing the answer sheet and setting discussions by writing his own answers on it. So I see the pros and cons of either keeping the old team or forging on anew.
Best wild guess from the first trivia night -- the question had to do with the title of a book about a man on a lifeboat with a hungry Bengal tiger for seven months. We didn't know. Our guess: "Chomp!" Chapter one: "AAAH OH MY GOD HE'S GOT MY LEG AAAA OH HOLY GOD IT HURTS IT HURTS..." Et cetera. Chapter two: "chew chew chew chew chew...."
Now, I could go to work today. Uber-boss is gone for the week (w00t), but encouraging and condusive to work as that is, I'd probably infect the online staff with head-hurting, tummy-hating badness. And I should save my strength for Friday.
Friday is the local library's trivia night. I got roped into going to one in the middle of last year with supervisor and many of his friends. It's a team-based system -- your team (around 5-8 people) sit at a table through ten rounds of ten questions each read aloud. You discuss amongst yourselves, write down an answer, hand in the list at the end of the round. Well, one of our teammembers hasn't quite found his indoor voice yet ("DON SHULA!!!"), and it got a little...frustrating. This despite the fact that our team actually won both that contest and the next contest three months later. We're rolling in gift certificates and nice-quality pens. And yours truly got a plastic football keychain for boosting the team to going 10/10 in the football category last time. Boo-yah.
But this Friday supervisor's got the idea to abandon his friend and Mr. Shouty and start our own team made up exclusively of people at work. I fear this. His friend's quite smart and has a well-rounded cultural background -- art, music, pleasant things. Our team will know anything electronic, Star Trek, Oscar-nominated, journalism-based, grammatical, football or Greek/Roman dramatic, but that's about it. Dogs? Nothing. That was a category last time (or the time before) and I spent it devising ways to dispose of Mr. Shouty who was grabbing the answer sheet and setting discussions by writing his own answers on it. So I see the pros and cons of either keeping the old team or forging on anew.
Best wild guess from the first trivia night -- the question had to do with the title of a book about a man on a lifeboat with a hungry Bengal tiger for seven months. We didn't know. Our guess: "Chomp!" Chapter one: "AAAH OH MY GOD HE'S GOT MY LEG AAAA OH HOLY GOD IT HURTS IT HURTS..." Et cetera. Chapter two: "chew chew chew chew chew...."
