Stringer's Bell: I'll be nicer when you'll be smarter.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

I'll be nicer when you'll be smarter.

So, I will give you the Cliff Notes version of what is going on currently in the State of DeNile. (aka my workplace, where everybody pretends that nothing is wrong. The elephant gets ignored.)

I have not yet punched the Twat. But I would really like to kick her in the box.
My boss went to bat for me with the Big Man (aka the VP, Twat's "boss" right now.). Big Man is scared of me, since he is only 5 foot 5, and I am an Amazon woman. Big Man told the Twat that she needs to leave me alone, because she is not my boss.
The Twat spent most of yesterday pouting in her office with the door closed. When she came and went from her office, she slammed her door really hard. A picture fell off my wall. I promptly fell out of my chair laughing. This only enraged her further. I didn't care. It was the greatest moment ever.
I had to try really hard not to gloat yesterday and today. I really wanted to point and laugh. But I worked...instead of calling everyone I know to bitch about the problem, knowing FULL WELL THAT MY NEIGHBORS CAN HEAR ME. Silly Twat, Trix are for kids!

I'm done with this for now. Until she comes into my office again. Then I'll have to hurt her.

Practice on Sunday was BAD ASS. Our coach, Warden Peace (ha! He used to be a prison warden; I take FULL CREDIT for his name!) let us have BOUTING practice!!!

The short version, for those of us just joining the program, is that we skated around in circles and hit each other real hard. The long version can be found here - if you're interested in the intricacies of derby. (And this is just plain cool...I like Apple ads. I am a nerd.)

So I went balls to the wall, for this one. I'm one of the bigger girls on our team, height-wise and girth-wise. I'm a menace. I took out half of the team before I landed on my own skate on my already injured posterior.

Ow.

Needless to say, I think I'll have to hit up a couple more blocking drills before trying to seriously injure other people. Doesn't mean it wasn't the best thing I've done in weeks... *wink*

And to end a really loverly post, here are some pictures from the Rat City Charity Brawl a couple of weeks ago.

Nevermind. Blogger is not uploading photos, and apparently is arguing with me. I will post this post before it deletes all my wittiness.

ps - finished the body and hood of the Rogue. Started a sleeve. I just may have this finished by Friday. And by saying that, I've guaranteed that I will end up in tears at 3 am on Friday morning because I cannot figure out how to set in sleeves on the goddamned thing.

// posted by Libby @ 3/14/2006 04:22:00 PM

Comments:

Knocking people down is so much goddamn fun. We're spending most of our practices scrimmaging until our exhibition bout, and last night only five members of my team were present and uninjured, so we scrimmaged off and on for two hours without anyone being able to rotate out. By the end, I was exhausted and MAD, and people started hitting the floor for real.

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