Collection of Thoughts:
My back is achey. I don't do so well sleeping on the floor. Hope I'll be on a couch tonight at least. And with luck, in my own bed tomorrow. Wouldn't that be grand?
Unbelievably boring day at work, aside from some excitement - I use the term very, very loosely, when a girl showed up for an appointment she didn't have with a counselor who wasn't here, and I ran around tracking down one who was free, for her.
The campus is coming to life, and I don't like it. It might be because I'm not settled off-campus, and the unsettling-ness of the campus being alive is my world out of whack. Stability now! (a la Seinfeld).
James said I had a couple Seinfeld-esque moments while we were at Target yesterday. Well, he said it when we were driving to Mari's from a Safeway run (without her). The only one he could point out was when I was making a scene, partly out of boredom, partly for the hell of it, and partly, just because why the hell not. I brought up Bentley (Olive Garden) while we were in line (can you tell I'm really annoyed about this?). And Mari asked me why I was still on that. And I raised my voice to get the attention of people around me, saying something along the lines of, "Fine, I don't have a life, is that what you want to hear?! And besides I've spent almost every second since then with you. How is anything new supposed to happen?" And then heads started turning and I stopped. And I went on like nothing happened at all. Too funny.
Meanwhile, counting down to 4:30pm to leave work doesn't .. work .. anymore, because we changed our hours on Monday to close at 5:00pm. Yesterday, the clock hit 4:30 and I got half out of my seat before I realized I had another half hour to go. 4:42 now, and I feel as though I should be walking home. Although, I don't have a home to walk to yet. Recurring theme, no?
I need to hit up the Comcast office at some point, but my morning is booked tomorrow because I have to meet with the Career Counselors to be told what career I should pursue based on this 400 question on-line test I took last week. My only concern is how well I did on the aptitude portion, because I felt really good about it. - How should I feel about what a computerized test, and my co-workers (isn't that bad?) have to say about what I should spend my working life on? I don't even know that my answers (outside of the aptitude portion) were accurate to my true self. What is my true self? OH NO, IDENTITY CRISIS!! As if.
4:45 and a co-worker just walked by, didn't make eye contact, and muttered "how are you." at me. Statement, not a question. She didn't care. She didn't even direct the question at me. I looked at the back of her head as she disappeared from view. Sometimes when asked, instead of a verbal response, a grunt (which technically is a verbal response) I will just look at the person as they walk by. Not as though they were anticipating an answer or anything. Meanwhile, there is another co-worker who asks me, and it's the same answer everytime. Drives me nuts. In other news, we got some new intern-counselors. Which isn't too bad. I don't like the guy based on my first impressions, although the girl is upbeat. Who didn't see that coming though, I like the girl but not the guy. Hold the phone! Stop the presses! Honestly, no news there.
Seriously though, my back is all achey. It's a shame I can't blame lifting bunches of things, because it's not that at all. The same thing happened when I spent a week at my sister's sleeping on the bed my parents normally use. My folks claimed the bed was just too hard for what I'm used to - like the floor. Apparently I usually sleep on a pool of mush. Same exact spot, same exact ache, only a little worse - because it's harder. *fingers crossed for a couch tonight*
USA Basketball is failing to live up to the expectation, but we sent a bunch of NBA stars to play in an International game. They're playing a different game! Rules are different, the three-point line is shorter (and apparently make-or-break when it comes down to it. By the way, we don't have anyone who shoots even 35% from beyond the arc in the NBA - three feet longer than Int'l rules). And besides, apparently we don't play fundamentally sound basketball anyway. Highly stylized garbage.
Knowing what succeeds and doesn't with regard to the International game, you would think we'd put together a team that would accel under those conditions. Instead of a team of names from moderate-to-huge that Americans recognize. I'd rather win with a team of no-names than lose with a team I don't know. Wouldn't you?
My back is achey. I don't do so well sleeping on the floor. Hope I'll be on a couch tonight at least. And with luck, in my own bed tomorrow. Wouldn't that be grand?
Unbelievably boring day at work, aside from some excitement - I use the term very, very loosely, when a girl showed up for an appointment she didn't have with a counselor who wasn't here, and I ran around tracking down one who was free, for her.
The campus is coming to life, and I don't like it. It might be because I'm not settled off-campus, and the unsettling-ness of the campus being alive is my world out of whack. Stability now! (a la Seinfeld).
James said I had a couple Seinfeld-esque moments while we were at Target yesterday. Well, he said it when we were driving to Mari's from a Safeway run (without her). The only one he could point out was when I was making a scene, partly out of boredom, partly for the hell of it, and partly, just because why the hell not. I brought up Bentley (Olive Garden) while we were in line (can you tell I'm really annoyed about this?). And Mari asked me why I was still on that. And I raised my voice to get the attention of people around me, saying something along the lines of, "Fine, I don't have a life, is that what you want to hear?! And besides I've spent almost every second since then with you. How is anything new supposed to happen?" And then heads started turning and I stopped. And I went on like nothing happened at all. Too funny.
Meanwhile, counting down to 4:30pm to leave work doesn't .. work .. anymore, because we changed our hours on Monday to close at 5:00pm. Yesterday, the clock hit 4:30 and I got half out of my seat before I realized I had another half hour to go. 4:42 now, and I feel as though I should be walking home. Although, I don't have a home to walk to yet. Recurring theme, no?
I need to hit up the Comcast office at some point, but my morning is booked tomorrow because I have to meet with the Career Counselors to be told what career I should pursue based on this 400 question on-line test I took last week. My only concern is how well I did on the aptitude portion, because I felt really good about it. - How should I feel about what a computerized test, and my co-workers (isn't that bad?) have to say about what I should spend my working life on? I don't even know that my answers (outside of the aptitude portion) were accurate to my true self. What is my true self? OH NO, IDENTITY CRISIS!! As if.
4:45 and a co-worker just walked by, didn't make eye contact, and muttered "how are you." at me. Statement, not a question. She didn't care. She didn't even direct the question at me. I looked at the back of her head as she disappeared from view. Sometimes when asked, instead of a verbal response, a grunt (which technically is a verbal response) I will just look at the person as they walk by. Not as though they were anticipating an answer or anything. Meanwhile, there is another co-worker who asks me, and it's the same answer everytime. Drives me nuts. In other news, we got some new intern-counselors. Which isn't too bad. I don't like the guy based on my first impressions, although the girl is upbeat. Who didn't see that coming though, I like the girl but not the guy. Hold the phone! Stop the presses! Honestly, no news there.
Seriously though, my back is all achey. It's a shame I can't blame lifting bunches of things, because it's not that at all. The same thing happened when I spent a week at my sister's sleeping on the bed my parents normally use. My folks claimed the bed was just too hard for what I'm used to - like the floor. Apparently I usually sleep on a pool of mush. Same exact spot, same exact ache, only a little worse - because it's harder. *fingers crossed for a couch tonight*
USA Basketball is failing to live up to the expectation, but we sent a bunch of NBA stars to play in an International game. They're playing a different game! Rules are different, the three-point line is shorter (and apparently make-or-break when it comes down to it. By the way, we don't have anyone who shoots even 35% from beyond the arc in the NBA - three feet longer than Int'l rules). And besides, apparently we don't play fundamentally sound basketball anyway. Highly stylized garbage.
Knowing what succeeds and doesn't with regard to the International game, you would think we'd put together a team that would accel under those conditions. Instead of a team of names from moderate-to-huge that Americans recognize. I'd rather win with a team of no-names than lose with a team I don't know. Wouldn't you?
posted by The @ 4:38 PM
1 Comments:
At August 17, 2004 at 6:14 PM,
The said…
I don't know why it's skipped down so far. Very weird.
Regardless...
Did you know?The USA Basketball Team has only lost three Olympic games (including this past one)?
The infamous 1972 Gold medal game against the Soviet Union - in which the last three seconds of the game were replayed numerous times, and the only one that counted was the scenario in which the Soviets won. Go figure. - Definitely worth a read. - By the way, the Men's team still has yet to accept their Silver medal. - The final score was USSR 51 - USA 50.
In 1988, in the first game between the USSR and USA Basketball since that 1972 decision. The US team lost 82-76 without controversy (although if Hersey Hawkins hadn't been out due to an injury, it might've been a different story). But they rebounded to pummel Australia 78-49 to take home the Bronze medal.
Of course, that's what they say lead to the inclusion of NBA Players to the USA Basketball team. And gave us the Dream Team in 1992, which is a little hard to forget. I can remember places I was when I heard scores from those games (well, one anyway). I wish I could get my hands on some tapes of those games, love to watch em in full - better able to appreciate them today then at the time. Greatest basketball team ev-er. Although it sucks that Isiah Thomas wasn't on the team (because apparently Jordan refused to be on it if Thomas was.. and it's obvious how that one turned out, eh?). I would've traded Scottie Pippen (off the team) for Isiah Thomas, if it were my call, and Jordan hadn't pull that. But I was eight years old at the time, so what-ever. And I think that's what probably would've happened too (Thomas was traded for Pippen to appease Jordan).
Anyway, as we all know Puerto Rico destroyed a sleeping USA Basketball team on Sunday.. by 19 points. The Puerto Rico lead was down to 8 with half the fourth quarter left. I managed to watch the hapless final minutes of this game. Stark contrast to the game I watched a few weeks ago where we completely and utterly dominated this same team, minus Utah Jazz guard Carlos Arroyo, by 25 points. What a turnaround.
That's it for your fun fact of the afternoon.
Yes, I'm still at work. But I'm not at work, per se. It matters not.
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