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Monday, March 22, 2010

Presidents And Assholes!

We had some friends around for a friendly (read "hellish competitive") game of cards in the weekend, and I learned how to play Presidents and Assholes. (I have no idea how I missed learning it until now. I must have been very, very busy… writing, of course… )

Now, as soon as you hear the name you know it's gonna be a goodie. And boy, is it a goodie! (Mostly because I became the President in the very first round! And managed to retain that lofty position for so many rounds the rest of the table started muttering about beginner's luck gone mad.)

The gist of the game is that you're trying to get rid of your cards before everyone else. The complicating factor is that if you're the President (ie you won the last round) you get to offload your two worst cards to the Asshole at the start of the round, and the Asshole (who lost the last round) has to give you their two best cards. (Want more details? Google it and you'll find the full set of rules.)

Why do I mention all this? Well, Presidents and Assholes teaches several important life lessons which it never hurts to be reminded of:
1  It's handy to have an asshole in your life.
2  Once you're the President, life gets a lot easier - and if you get ousted it's usually through your own stupidity.
3  Never trust your right-hand man.
4  Never think of the game as a game - it's cut-throat, it's dog-eat-dog, and every player is in it to win.
5  So much in life is luck - but you can still completely screw things up even when you've got it good.

And to my card-shark buddies: when's the next challenge? Bring it on!

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Think You're In Control?

Think again. We all have days that remind us we're not Queen of the chessboard. Days when we feel like we've been backed into a corner, we're about to be taken off the board, and we don't know quite how it happened.

Take Wednesday, for example. My "post-the-Clendon-entry" day. I'm not likely to forget it any time soon. Here's how it went:
* 1.30am (Tuesday night) - got to bed after finishing the novel.
* 3.00am - woken by baby for a feed.
* 6.30am - woken by baby again. Gave up, got up. Sleep is optional, right?
* 8.30am - did the school run. No parking space. Gnashed teeth, grew horns. Still no parking space. Evicted tearful first-born from car to make own way into school. Guilty Mother syndrome.
* 9.30am - began formatting manuscript. Discovered weird paragraph spacing issue. Attempted to solve. Failed. E-mailed Clendon coordinator. Decided weird PS cute. Finished formatting.
* 11.00am - received e-mail from Clendon coordinator. Stop, she said. Go back to the start, she said. It must have this first little step, she said. Gnashed teeth, grew horns.
* 11.30am - reformatted entire manuscript. Baby in search-and-destroy mode.
* 12.30pm - began printing manuscript. Got to page eight (of 318). Out of toner. OUT OF FREAKING TONER????? Are you KIDDING me??????? Shook toner. Vigorously. Ditto printer. Gnashed teeth, grew horns. Still no toner. Braved midday heat and bought more blasted toner.
* 1.30pm - completed printing.
* 2.00pm - braved heatwave once more to buy packaging for manuscript.
* 2.45pm -collected first-born from school. Grumpy kids. Grumpy mother.
* 5.00pm - partner home. Hooray! Shot out in peak-hour traffic to courier. Lost mailing address. Gnashed teeth, grew horns. Miracle: found mailing address. Addressed package, sealed package. Discovered entry form OUTSIDE package. Decided I was OVER today. Gnashed teeth, grew horns, became screaming, wailing, hissy-fit monster. Beautiful, young, unruffled, disbelieving rep blinked at me, slapped packing slip on package, stuffed entry form inside. Oh. Right. Silly me.

Please tell me I'm not the only one to have days like this!