Today was the big day. Our company-sponsored doubles ping-pong tournament was finally upon us. A battle to the finish. The teams had been painstakenly matched by our very own CPPA (Company Ping Pong Association), and we were ready to go. The paddles were polished and the shoulders were stretched. Let’s play ball!

My ‘team’, as no wo-man is an island, consists of myself and my P cubed (ping pong partner) Nikki. My ‘P to the 3rd Degree’, as I’ve heard in the trash talk that’s been going around the office of late. Remember, I work for an Internet Company. Even the smack is technical.

We were slotted for 2:30. Us (The Avenging Angels) v. Them (Dave & Dominic- The Double D’s.) Which should have been our name, since Nikki has a lot going on ‘upstairs’. I’m not too shabby in that department either, if I do say so myself.

The match went well. We lost, but still. Comparing it to our last tournament when I took a flying leap into an innocent bystander who was sitting down eating her lunch, it went well. Or was she a by-seat-er?  (good one Cherie)  Anyway, her tray went flying, and I cut my hand on the table. But don’t worry, it wasn’t my paddle hand. Thanks God. I owe you one Big Guy. Who knew ping pong could be so dangerous? Dare I say akin to hockey?

I think we would have won this time too, but our opponents kept distracting us with the 10,000 rules that apparently exist for this complicated sport. We were thrown off kilter. You see, Nikki and I play street ping pong. It’s a little different. There’s two rules, and two rules only. Never let them see you cry, and you need spin if you’re gonna win. Aside from that, you’re on your own. Just you and the ball.

One of their ‘ official rules’ was that we had to partake in ‘alternate hitting’. I hit the ball first, then Nikki had to go, then me again, and so forth. Which definitely took some getting used to. I kept forgetting it was my turn and ‘checking out’. (Hmmmm, whatever will I have for dinner?) By the time I would come back down to Earth and hear her yelling, “Go! It’s you! What are you, out to lunch?!?), it was too late.

No regrets when all’s said n’ done though. Ping pong is a wonderful way to work off ‘lunch’. Our slop options for the day were Shim’s Chinese (70’s 2 am takeout MSG-laden microwaveable Chinese food), or Hungarian goulash with buttered noodles (Hungarian goulash with buttered noodles). Yum. I staved off starvation with some Trader Joe’s freeze-dried pineapple I keep at my desk precisely for dire situations just like these. It’s also works well as consolation food, just FYI.

Do you know where I can get a good spam filter? Because work emails are still seeping through into my Inbox under the pretense that they pertain to me. Well, they do not. And I say that most emphatically.

Even if I did actually take the time and read them, it would take too long to decipher the meaning from the computer-ish language mumbo jumbo that our IT Department calls “English”. I don’t have time for that. There’s important work to be done! Like writing a post for this little guy, for example. They don’t grow on trees you know. I put my heart & soul into this masterpiece and this is the thanks I receive? No puedo, no puedo mas! And I mean that in the huffiest way possible. I’m not sorry either. You know what you did.

Sorry, mi gente. Apparently I’ve watched one too many Spanish telenovelas these days in an effort to bone up on my Spanish, and now I think it’s normal to create drama everywhere I go. Be warned, watching even one is the same thing as watching one too many. All of a sudden your life will be filled with crying, cheating, and “Ay, Dios!” es every five minutes. And that can’t be healthy.  You’ll have no one to blame but yourself either.

Whew, that was a serious digression. Back to the spam.

Here it was, in all its glory:

Date: Wednesday, April 4th, 2007
Start Time: 22:00 PDT
Estimated End: 22:11 PDT

Service/Equipment: Exchange Email Server Type Of Work: Software Install Purpose Of Work: Enable Improved Reporting Impact Of Work: Email downtime

The engineers will be installing reporting software on the server for SVN maintenance. Production job processing in BMC will be placed on hold during this time. Another email will be sent out once job processing has been resumed.

Sincerely,

Your IT Department

What tha fuu? Sorry? I didn’t quite catch that.

Why do they keep cc’ing me about things that have nothin to do with me! Now I’ll need a break before I can get back to concentrating on what I was doing before I was so rudely interrupted. And that was reading The Delicious Life, if you must know.

I mean seriously. Stop the spam computer company! Enough already. No puedo mas.

It’s a new fiscal quarter here in computer company land, and apparently we employees are being affected as well.

We just got a goodbye email from a programmer who quit today, and he signed it “Sincerely, 1548688.” Now he was probably just being tongue-in-cheek or trying to get a last dig into his supervisor, because who really knows the reason for his “moving on” so suddenly, but still. I didn’t like it. Not one bit.

That employee should really watch his jokes at the office. I know he’s leaving, but what about the rest of us? Jokes can become reality buddy. One day you’re brainstorming about how to keep your oil money safe and laughingly suggest “creating a war with a distant country” as the solution, and then next thing you know one thing leads to another. It’s a slippery slope, that’s all I’m saying.